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I woke up from a strange dream and want to write down what I remember here, so I can look up the meanings later.
It was Halloween night. I was asked by my current boss to reopen the old store for an artist gallery. I did it but the old store was my dad's old store. Or had elements of it. The artist was a long-haired hippy dude who looked like the DM off HarmonQuest. He set up a stand with a placard on it that I couldn't read. I had to use the bathroom so I went outside. It was night. As I walked toward the side of the building where the toilets were I passed an old oil tanker, rusted and huge. Piraty accordion music drifted to me from the direction of the tanker and I knew there was a Halloween party taking place somewhere on board the ship. I found the old bathrooms, at the end of the building. It was utterly dark. I opened one door and called out, to see if anyone was inside. There was a shadowy shape of a lady on one toilet who said nothing, but I knew she was there and so quickly closed the door. Behind the other door was a gruff old man who complained that someone had been using the bathroom for 'processing.' He left the bathroom and walked past me into what appeared to be a parking garage that hadn't been there before. It was still dark, but I saw his shape move toward a trash can. He dropped his trousers and started to shit into the trashcan, complaining that this was what his life had led him to. I turned away and headed back to the storefront, but the air was heavy and thick, like pushing through molasses. I passed the tanker with its tinkling music and then wound up walking along a covered walkway. To my left was a brightly lit path with teenage boys dressed all in black leather coats, laughing and being stupid. I felt a wave of unease and tried to hurry on, to push through the air, but it was still thick and heavy. Everything I did was in slow motion. When I looked over again, the teenagers were gone, replaced by a group of children in Halloween costumes, romping on a merry-go-round in a brightly lit school playground. I remember a jack-o-lantern and a ghost. And the ghost looked at me and that really upset me and I tried to hurry back to the front of the store. When I get there, the artist has been joined by a couple of guys who look like him, longhaired longbearded types, as well as the Boss and an old coworker/friend, Turtle Girl. I warn them about the bathrooms and they just nod and say that they know they're being used for 'processing' but what can you do? Then I realize that the store includes parts of a house and I find myself standing in a small bedroom with two single-sized beds in it, occupied by children. And people are talking and the kids are smiling. Then I'm in a hallway in the same house and at the end of it I see a big woman in a baby blue nightgown and fuzzy slippers with her hair up, talking to someone in another room. At that point, I wake up, feeling weird and creepy.
Later, I'm going to look up these dream images and see if they mean anything. But right now I have to get ready to go to work.
It was Halloween night. I was asked by my current boss to reopen the old store for an artist gallery. I did it but the old store was my dad's old store. Or had elements of it. The artist was a long-haired hippy dude who looked like the DM off HarmonQuest. He set up a stand with a placard on it that I couldn't read. I had to use the bathroom so I went outside. It was night. As I walked toward the side of the building where the toilets were I passed an old oil tanker, rusted and huge. Piraty accordion music drifted to me from the direction of the tanker and I knew there was a Halloween party taking place somewhere on board the ship. I found the old bathrooms, at the end of the building. It was utterly dark. I opened one door and called out, to see if anyone was inside. There was a shadowy shape of a lady on one toilet who said nothing, but I knew she was there and so quickly closed the door. Behind the other door was a gruff old man who complained that someone had been using the bathroom for 'processing.' He left the bathroom and walked past me into what appeared to be a parking garage that hadn't been there before. It was still dark, but I saw his shape move toward a trash can. He dropped his trousers and started to shit into the trashcan, complaining that this was what his life had led him to. I turned away and headed back to the storefront, but the air was heavy and thick, like pushing through molasses. I passed the tanker with its tinkling music and then wound up walking along a covered walkway. To my left was a brightly lit path with teenage boys dressed all in black leather coats, laughing and being stupid. I felt a wave of unease and tried to hurry on, to push through the air, but it was still thick and heavy. Everything I did was in slow motion. When I looked over again, the teenagers were gone, replaced by a group of children in Halloween costumes, romping on a merry-go-round in a brightly lit school playground. I remember a jack-o-lantern and a ghost. And the ghost looked at me and that really upset me and I tried to hurry back to the front of the store. When I get there, the artist has been joined by a couple of guys who look like him, longhaired longbearded types, as well as the Boss and an old coworker/friend, Turtle Girl. I warn them about the bathrooms and they just nod and say that they know they're being used for 'processing' but what can you do? Then I realize that the store includes parts of a house and I find myself standing in a small bedroom with two single-sized beds in it, occupied by children. And people are talking and the kids are smiling. Then I'm in a hallway in the same house and at the end of it I see a big woman in a baby blue nightgown and fuzzy slippers with her hair up, talking to someone in another room. At that point, I wake up, feeling weird and creepy.
Later, I'm going to look up these dream images and see if they mean anything. But right now I have to get ready to go to work.
