Dream Diary
I am walking up and down the aisles of a small grocery store-- I'm looking specifically for something, but I'm not really sure what. I put a pound of raisin-cinnamon bagels in my cart, a pair of gold shoes, a cookie that is crumbling and falling apart, and a huge, old computer. But I keep walking up and down these aisles, and as I walk, I am growing older. As I grow older, the items in my buggy crumble and fall apart. So I keep searching for more. But then death starts to come at me from every direction-- I'd fall and just miss cracking my skull open, someone robbed the store and aimed a gun at my face (but there were no bullets), an earthquake came and cracked open the store, but I just barely managed to hang on. I would always survive, somehow. But I was old and ready to die-- it was what I was searching for, but it always escaped me. In the end, I jumped from the store and off of a cliff. But I bounced, and landed unharmed on the shore.
For some reason, I woke up crying.