Dream: Places, NY, Cookie & Comic Shop
I traveled being pulled behind a truck, driven by my mom. At 33 mph almost the whole way - except we were going way faster than that. Seems like 33mph was the cap for everyone. I rode on a computer chair tied to the truck.
Pass through that small town from other dreams (with the wooden building dive bar - with the old man & soup upstairs), on my way to New York. Maybe NY City, but not sure. I am going there to visit a cookie & comic shop that I loved while I was there. (Never been to NYC in real life.)
I get there. My friend Allison from Cape Fear HS is there and it is her family, which is now all Japanese? (She is not Japanese.) Her father thinks, at some point, I will be more comfortable without my bra and it is a ritual/tradition for him to remove it. Except he's far too embarassed cause... Yeah. I'm just amused and let them.
While we are having dinner, I tell them I had a dream and am curious if it is real. About an 'accident' at another bookstore. They ask where the bookstore I dreamt about/remember is at... we go outside so I can get my bearings. I apologize for changing their neighborhood, but aren't they happy there's a grocery store right across the street on the next block down? instead of skyscrapers full of businesses that aren't of any use to them? I describe where the bookstore is - they say yes. It is part of the old university grounds. Back in the 70's, there was a satellite array there, and a bunch of robots were ordered into this open field between two large solar panel walls and someone activated some lasers with the satellite array, so these death-satellites in space shot down these neon purple rays and destroyed the robots. There were two witnesses but they didn't do it. A janitor kid, and a woman who had just given birth in her car.
I got to be 'there' in the head of the janitor kid and it was just horrible. As though I were watching a field of people being murdered. The robots were important. Not quite androids, but getting there. An FBI agent shoo's me away. Back from the flashback....
I hang out in this shop and some of the old employees and such show up and we start joking about how long they'd keep their jobs, whether they might get rehired during the busy season, etc. I get to sit in on a performance valuation of this guy who looks like the kid "Ricky" from "Falling Skies". He can't figure out how to rate his performance. I give him a 1-10 scale to use. This is apparently cheating, but the boss lady doesn't mind.
It was a very elaborate and long dream, but that is all I recall. And that I was going to try to get a job at the bookstore I dreamt about in my dream.
Pass through that small town from other dreams (with the wooden building dive bar - with the old man & soup upstairs), on my way to New York. Maybe NY City, but not sure. I am going there to visit a cookie & comic shop that I loved while I was there. (Never been to NYC in real life.)
I get there. My friend Allison from Cape Fear HS is there and it is her family, which is now all Japanese? (She is not Japanese.) Her father thinks, at some point, I will be more comfortable without my bra and it is a ritual/tradition for him to remove it. Except he's far too embarassed cause... Yeah. I'm just amused and let them.
While we are having dinner, I tell them I had a dream and am curious if it is real. About an 'accident' at another bookstore. They ask where the bookstore I dreamt about/remember is at... we go outside so I can get my bearings. I apologize for changing their neighborhood, but aren't they happy there's a grocery store right across the street on the next block down? instead of skyscrapers full of businesses that aren't of any use to them? I describe where the bookstore is - they say yes. It is part of the old university grounds. Back in the 70's, there was a satellite array there, and a bunch of robots were ordered into this open field between two large solar panel walls and someone activated some lasers with the satellite array, so these death-satellites in space shot down these neon purple rays and destroyed the robots. There were two witnesses but they didn't do it. A janitor kid, and a woman who had just given birth in her car.
I got to be 'there' in the head of the janitor kid and it was just horrible. As though I were watching a field of people being murdered. The robots were important. Not quite androids, but getting there. An FBI agent shoo's me away. Back from the flashback....
I hang out in this shop and some of the old employees and such show up and we start joking about how long they'd keep their jobs, whether they might get rehired during the busy season, etc. I get to sit in on a performance valuation of this guy who looks like the kid "Ricky" from "Falling Skies". He can't figure out how to rate his performance. I give him a 1-10 scale to use. This is apparently cheating, but the boss lady doesn't mind.
It was a very elaborate and long dream, but that is all I recall. And that I was going to try to get a job at the bookstore I dreamt about in my dream.