Tag: stationary store

Will We Be Ever Okay In Crowds Again?

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(I’ve been taking a break cause I haven’t slept well in days and I can’t remember if I dreamed about anything at all. But I got something from tonight.)

I dream I’m at a stationary store –one that has been closed for a decade IRL– buying a pen drive. The first one they show me is pink, I ask for another one. The second pen drive is green and comes with a shoulder bag, useful for carrying cookies.

Meanwhile more and more people enter the store, I feel sandwiched against the counter. I tell an old lady to back off, I’m very rude but I feel like she was rude to me first. A commotion outside, people are screaming. A biker has fallen on his head, he’s bleeding profusely. We look for bandages in the store, there’s nothing.

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That Mask Dream Keeps Happening

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I dream that I’m in a car and my mom is driving, she’s not wearing a seat belt and keeps going to the backseat at every traffic light, I’m very uncomfortable.We stop at an old lady’s house, she’s a Sim and her name’s Sylvia. She’s also a trans lesbian. I know all of this because I watched the Sims trailer.

We get to the market where my two grandmas (including the one that now’s dead) are waiting for us. It starts raining so I cannot walk to the stationary store like I hoped to. Nobody is wearing a mask, they don’t care anymore.

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I Wish I Ordered Pizza TBH

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I dream that a new stationary store opened in the bad part of town, and I decide to walk there. I go halfway before realizing I forgot to wear my mask, I run back home and by then it’s five in the evening and it’s getting dark. Streets are dangerous in the dark, maybe my mom wants to come along?

What about dinner, I ask. We can order pizza, she says.

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I Need To Buy A Tripod And Work On My Exposure

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I dream that I’m on a cruise ship with my parents and sister, my first order of business: to locate a stationary store. We disembark for a little tour, I’m running late because I still have to tie up my shoelaces. I take a picture of a little frog, then of a rock with a hole on top, the sun shining through, then of my dad posing in front of some pretty doors. They are all too dark.

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In Which I Just Wanna Go Home

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I dream that I stop at a stationary store. As I’m buying two pens (a fine liner and a brush pen) the owner tells me the store is going out of business. I crumple on the floor crying. This was the last stationary store in town, I sob, what am I gonna do now?! The pens cost five bucks, I’m so upset I demand to only pay three.

Instead of going home I end up at the mall to blow out some steam. I decide to take a bus to go back, I don’t have a ticket but I can always pretend I forgot it. It’s too late when I realize the bus is going the wrong way. How am I going home now? We arrive at a small rocky alley, the driver makes us all get out of the bus, we dismantle the roof and carry it to the other side. Above our heads there are tall, narrow houses made of white rock. From a balcony, my late great-aunt E. waves at me. She looks like she always did, with her white hair in a tight bun. She asks how my parents are.

I dream that I’m taking my telemarketing job to the next level and selling door-to-door. I arrive at the house of an old man called Peter Minniti, he is apparently a great politician of yonder. His house is a small villa outside Florence, it’s late evening and he’s a bit upset about the intrusion, but his wife makes me tea. I try to sell him a phone subscription, he agrees to come by the store and asks for my number. I can’t seem to be able to type it in his phone and it’s getting late, so late, I’m sweating with anxiety. I eventually write it down on a piece of paper and leave in a hurry.

It’s so dark outside, I don’t know my way. I send my car forward on its own, then realize I was supposed to sent it north, and north is the opposite way! What can I do? Start walking and hope for the best? The old politician and his wife appear on their window and tell me they saw pictures of my nephew on Instagram, I don’t know what to say to that. A funeral procession passes by.

I walk and walk and walk and know I will never reach home, and then I realize I can just wake up and be home in a second.

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Creepy Toddlers Also Happen To Be A Specific Workplace Anxiety

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I dream that I’m yelling at my sister in the living room. I look down and there’s a small toddler sitting on the table, looking at us with interest. She’s very thin and has a full head of brown hair. Her face looks serious, older than her age.

I’m told that she belongs to our neighbors’, so I pick her up and carry her to their window. They all look incredibly relieved to see her. As we talk, more and more toddlers start to appear. I realize that they are all adults being shrunken down and we’re in a Star Trek episode.

I dream that I’m at the store and there is a long line of customers standing all together. I yell that they need to social distance, they ignore me. The customer I’m serving passes me his credit card, but the reader has turned into a videogame and I don’t know how to reset it. The customer grows impatient and leaves in a huff. My cousin is so angry at me because I’m an incompetent loser.

On my way home I stop at a stationary store, I want to buy a bright yellow umbrella I saw from the window, but the guy inside says,

I’d love to give you the umbrella, bus someone else just bought it.

I’m now a Victorian girl and the umbrella I wanted was actually a book, The Count of Monte Cristo. I arrive at my cottage feeling dejected, then surprised and elated when I see someone has bought the book for me! I gather my siblings and read out aloud to them, they dissolve in giggles and “Well I never!”s

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