Jul 16 2008
Dreams
I think I’m going to start posting my dreams here. That’s something interesting - right? Getting inside somebody’s subconscious brains?
So last night I dreamed that I had recently been hired to work at the grocery store my friend’s dad owns. (I may have to add some parentheticals every once in a while since you don’t know me. My friend’s dad doesn’t own a grocery store in real life - he owns a copy shop. But in my dream, he owned and always had owned a grocery store.) I don’t go shopping in my dreams very often, so this was quite an experience. I had bought a whole bunch of stuff yesterday (I did not go shopping yesterday in real life) and I wasn’t going to eat it, so I brought it back. And since I worked there now, I figured I’d just go ahead and restock it myself. I was doing things like putting up spaghetti-os and fruit roll ups (I have a very healthy diet.)
Suddenly, I realized that these items were non-perishable. Just because I hadn’t eatten them yesterday didn’t mean I couldn’t eat them later. And I hadn’t returned them at the register - which meant they were still legally mine. So I went around grabbing all the stuff I had put back, trying to remember exactly what it was. Then I saw it. Salami. And I was like - oooo, I’d like some salami. So I added it to the cart. Then I found some fruit juice I really wanted (also not something I had bought yesterday)… and I added it to my cart too. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time for my subconcious to deal with this moral quandry, because I got called in to work. As in, one of my co-workers (who was actually an old co-worker of mine, but obviously we never worked together a grocery store…. since I’ve never worked at a grocery store) she saw me shopping and told me to stop being lazy and get to work. So I did.
After work was over (I don’t actually remember working… mayhaps my dream allows for time travel) a bunch of us were hanging out. It was about 7:10pm and we close at 10:00 - so those of us who wanted to get out early were ready to start the close-out procedures. But our supervisors would have none of it. I asked one of my co-workers to teach me how to use the computer, but she didn’t want to. So I started wandering the isles, resuming my shopping (while on company time - I never would have had the guts to do it if my friend’s dad didn’t own the place.)
I made my way to the front of the store where Lindsey Lohan was standing. Which was nice because I hadn’t seen her in a few days and it was good to catch up. (I’m going to let you believe what my subconscious seemed to - that I’m actually old friends with Lindsey Lohan.) So she and I were talking and a few other female employees came over and we were all chewing the fat (what in the world is the origin of that expression?) For some reason, I was leaning on one of the employees, not supporting my full weight. And the leaning made me shorter than I am, so I was looking up on Lindsey, and this made me remember way back to those days when we were twelve or so and Lindsey was actually taller than I am.
I mentioned that yesterday I saw a few pictures of her. And for a moment she was worried I was talking about the naked pictures she did for New York Magazine. That would have been incredibly awkward. But I reassured her that they were just a few picture from when she was young, causing me to reminisce about our childhood.
And that was my dream. Peculiar - huh?
