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I had this dream that I entered this large white warehouse store in a strip mall. It was bright, but a bit stark, but staffed wit some people wit a few customers walking around the bare aisles. Little foldout tables were there displaying wares. The store was a new age place, with some occult and pagan items. They were giving classes on various studies: Symbology, Astrology, Tarot, etc., printed on a list on a laminated, white Xerox sheet of paper.
The guy behind this table seemed like an acquaintance of mine, Sean Mac, and since I had yet to meet him in person, I was a bit excited to see him. In the main bathroom, which was much warmer in interior, with gold, gilded lights and fall colors, some people had purchased novelty graphic t-shirts, like with Ninja Turtles and other things. They soaked them so they could shrink and hung them up around the bathroom.
I was trying to put scented liquid into a glass flask. At first, I thought it was lube (because apparently, I needed lube), but then I realized that it was a fragrance diffuser flask. I was having a lot of trouble getting the fragrance oil into the flask, but eventually got it and stopped the top. Then I saw that Janet Kelly was there with her partner, who I couldn't see, and they had signed up for the Symbology course. I waved and said hello, but she was a little weirded out to see me there.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I stripped down to my underwear. As I walked to the bathroom, I caught Sean's eye and I began walking in a flirtacious manner, winking at him. He was a bit dumbfounded. I also noticed that I had a small hole on one of the cheeks of my underwear and pressed my hand against it. I walked into the warehouse's far bathroom, which was similarly decorated as the other bathroom. However, this bathroom was also my home bathroom. I guess my apartment was connected to this warehouse. As I was going to the bathroom, I noticed that all the shirts from earlier were piled on the counter. Apparently they had moved them there because they didn't want them to dry next to people farting. I moved one, but couldn't keep all of the shirts from falling to the floor. As I tried to pick them up, I also knocked over something that revealed all this kitty litter strewn about the floor and little ball bearings.
JFeinn showed up in the bathroom and asked me why there was kitty litter everywhere and I said I didn't know.
I decided to go for a walk, or someone told me to. They pushed me together with a friend or partner of theirs, this cleanly dressed black gangster. We walked quickly outside, while he ranted about some kind of injustice. It was bright outside and we walked along the curb of a cobblestone street. He was haphazardly walking into the street as he talked to me and no one in general, shouting. Along the curb were baby strollers and he started doing things to the babies inside.
I told him to stop and he did something and made one baby cry. I ran up and looked into the stroller and asked him what he did. Under the baby was a round black sticker with a red swastika under it. I looked at the guy, assuming he had put it there. He glared at me and asked me if I had a problem with it. But I didn't talk to him and picked the baby up out of the stroller. I didn't know where his parents were and he was crying. The guy left, so I walked down the street trying to find the parents.
As I walked down the street, I crossed to the left side and saw some white wooden saloon doors with a bright electric lamp. I kept walking until I arrived at a swampy area with wooden docks. The path curved around into a J. I was at the last house before the curb and I saw children inside a saloon door being taken care of by a heavy woman and man. Closer to the door, with her back to me, was a skinny woman with long black hair squatting down to help dress another toddler.
I asked them if this was their child and they confirmed it, but neither of them was that concerned. I noticed that there were many many children. They also made some racist statements and I realized that they were white supremacists and that the sticker in the stroller was from them. Likewise, I asked them if they had left the child out on the street.
The large woman causally aid "Oh, well kids will find their way..." I told her that it was incredibly irresponsible to leave a child there and negligent. Looking around, I noticed the other children were unsupervised and neglected. Alarmed, I told them that child negligence and abuse extended to what they were doing with their children. I noticed some black children there too and also mentioned that it applied to foster children and that if reported, CPS would be forced to step in.
Immediately, the man stood up and became smug, walking along the dock in their home and railing about how the government was once again interfering with the lives of privates citizens. He started tossing the children into the water, drowning them. I held onto the baby and backed away, trying to call the police. The woman spoke to the woman with black hair and told her to do something about me.
The woman stood up, her back still to me, and slowly turned around. She had a long, flowing black dress on and her hair was like crude oil. Her skin was green and her hands were clawed and webbed, like a water kapa.
She began advancing toward me and I backed away and ran down the curve of the swamp. I entered the shack at the end of the swamp, and tried to lock the door, but it was a sliding door with a cheap slide lock. I tried to dial the police, but my phone was a piece of shit and I had to start all over again. The woman crawled up to the door, staring through the crack in the door with one black eye and her hand slid through and tried to push it open. She made her way into the shack as I was dialing and I tried fighting her off.
Meanwhile, the events were playing out like a movie. I, the protagonist, was a young girl, and I had a large plastic watch with a flower-like device on it that was rapidly shrinking. The watch was a time traveling device and the flower was a marker measuring how much time I had left until I would be sent back. I had to remove this woman as a threat before the time ran out. I began fighting this woman ineffectively. The child, now a toddler, had its own phone and apparently dialed 911 and the police were coming.
The guy behind this table seemed like an acquaintance of mine, Sean Mac, and since I had yet to meet him in person, I was a bit excited to see him. In the main bathroom, which was much warmer in interior, with gold, gilded lights and fall colors, some people had purchased novelty graphic t-shirts, like with Ninja Turtles and other things. They soaked them so they could shrink and hung them up around the bathroom.
I was trying to put scented liquid into a glass flask. At first, I thought it was lube (because apparently, I needed lube), but then I realized that it was a fragrance diffuser flask. I was having a lot of trouble getting the fragrance oil into the flask, but eventually got it and stopped the top. Then I saw that Janet Kelly was there with her partner, who I couldn't see, and they had signed up for the Symbology course. I waved and said hello, but she was a little weirded out to see me there.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I stripped down to my underwear. As I walked to the bathroom, I caught Sean's eye and I began walking in a flirtacious manner, winking at him. He was a bit dumbfounded. I also noticed that I had a small hole on one of the cheeks of my underwear and pressed my hand against it. I walked into the warehouse's far bathroom, which was similarly decorated as the other bathroom. However, this bathroom was also my home bathroom. I guess my apartment was connected to this warehouse. As I was going to the bathroom, I noticed that all the shirts from earlier were piled on the counter. Apparently they had moved them there because they didn't want them to dry next to people farting. I moved one, but couldn't keep all of the shirts from falling to the floor. As I tried to pick them up, I also knocked over something that revealed all this kitty litter strewn about the floor and little ball bearings.
JFeinn showed up in the bathroom and asked me why there was kitty litter everywhere and I said I didn't know.
I decided to go for a walk, or someone told me to. They pushed me together with a friend or partner of theirs, this cleanly dressed black gangster. We walked quickly outside, while he ranted about some kind of injustice. It was bright outside and we walked along the curb of a cobblestone street. He was haphazardly walking into the street as he talked to me and no one in general, shouting. Along the curb were baby strollers and he started doing things to the babies inside.
I told him to stop and he did something and made one baby cry. I ran up and looked into the stroller and asked him what he did. Under the baby was a round black sticker with a red swastika under it. I looked at the guy, assuming he had put it there. He glared at me and asked me if I had a problem with it. But I didn't talk to him and picked the baby up out of the stroller. I didn't know where his parents were and he was crying. The guy left, so I walked down the street trying to find the parents.
As I walked down the street, I crossed to the left side and saw some white wooden saloon doors with a bright electric lamp. I kept walking until I arrived at a swampy area with wooden docks. The path curved around into a J. I was at the last house before the curb and I saw children inside a saloon door being taken care of by a heavy woman and man. Closer to the door, with her back to me, was a skinny woman with long black hair squatting down to help dress another toddler.
I asked them if this was their child and they confirmed it, but neither of them was that concerned. I noticed that there were many many children. They also made some racist statements and I realized that they were white supremacists and that the sticker in the stroller was from them. Likewise, I asked them if they had left the child out on the street.
The large woman causally aid "Oh, well kids will find their way..." I told her that it was incredibly irresponsible to leave a child there and negligent. Looking around, I noticed the other children were unsupervised and neglected. Alarmed, I told them that child negligence and abuse extended to what they were doing with their children. I noticed some black children there too and also mentioned that it applied to foster children and that if reported, CPS would be forced to step in.
Immediately, the man stood up and became smug, walking along the dock in their home and railing about how the government was once again interfering with the lives of privates citizens. He started tossing the children into the water, drowning them. I held onto the baby and backed away, trying to call the police. The woman spoke to the woman with black hair and told her to do something about me.
The woman stood up, her back still to me, and slowly turned around. She had a long, flowing black dress on and her hair was like crude oil. Her skin was green and her hands were clawed and webbed, like a water kapa.
She began advancing toward me and I backed away and ran down the curve of the swamp. I entered the shack at the end of the swamp, and tried to lock the door, but it was a sliding door with a cheap slide lock. I tried to dial the police, but my phone was a piece of shit and I had to start all over again. The woman crawled up to the door, staring through the crack in the door with one black eye and her hand slid through and tried to push it open. She made her way into the shack as I was dialing and I tried fighting her off.
Meanwhile, the events were playing out like a movie. I, the protagonist, was a young girl, and I had a large plastic watch with a flower-like device on it that was rapidly shrinking. The watch was a time traveling device and the flower was a marker measuring how much time I had left until I would be sent back. I had to remove this woman as a threat before the time ran out. I began fighting this woman ineffectively. The child, now a toddler, had its own phone and apparently dialed 911 and the police were coming.