At the Grocery Store with my Scary Boyfriend

Date: 10/6/2017

In my second dream, I was at WinCo with my sister, Campbell. I had exactly $17 and was planning on getting some snacks for myself. Campbell was running around grabbing a bunch of stuff. I saw her ask a ridiculously tall guy to get her some cookies off the top shelf. I hurried over and quickly asked if he’d grab me some too. Really, he was absurdly tall, like 10 feet. He was also wearing a basketball outfit. I said “Sorry! You probably get asked to do this all the time!” And he just chuckled and walked away. I then realized Campbell was grabbing way more stuff than I could afford with my $17 and I had so far only gotten cookies for myself. I started thinking “why would I spend all my money on that brat?! Who does she think I am?!” When I started to tell her I was only buying stuff for myself, the dream changed. I was still in the grocery store but I was with my boyfriend Ethan, and one of my brothers. I’m not totally sure who it was actually, I never looked at them fully, but they had a real brotherly vibe and I assume it was Tristen. We were going grocery shopping. For some reason, Ethan was Asian in the dream (he’s white irl). I had $45 now, but felt content with getting anything because Ethan is rich and knew he’d pitch in, or maybe even buy all of it. We grabbed cakes and milk and basically all groceries we need and then some luxury snacks. Then we were straight eating key lime pie right out of its container in the store. As I was taking bites of it, Ethan said “You remember when we met?” I froze eating, because I really could not for the life of me remember how we met in that moment, but he continued, saying “ever since that day, the world has looked more and more beautiful.” Like omg ❤️. We went to pay for our groceries at the self-checkout. When they were all rung up the total was $48, more than I could afford. Ethan made no move to pay for any of it. I instinctually knew that meant he wasn’t going to unless I asked. But I didn’t want to be a schmuck asking him, but I didn’t want to spent every last cent I had. I leaned toward Tristen and nonchalantly, making it not a big deal, asked, “Hey, you got two dollars?” (Realizing now my math is horrible even on subconscious level). My pride was more important than me being broke, evidently. Tristen whipped out his wallet, opened it, and started going “you mean this? Or this? Or this?” And showing me a bunch of different numbered bills and a handful of ones. Stupid money problems entering my dreams. The dream changed again and Ethan and I were now in a large convention room (like yesterdays dream). We were going booth to booth, looking at the stuff, which was more like a bizarre than a convention. There was a stage on one end where a band was playing. I don’t remember the music, but the singer looked like the Mindless Self Indulgence guy. As we looked at the booths of stuff, which was like jewelry and trinkets, the people manning them would get suddenly very quiet and serious at the sight of Ethan. The booth manners were all Asian people (and Ethan was still Asian too). Ethan kept making jokes that were loud and obnoxious but had a scary undertone (probably because I just watched that one traumatizing episode of the Walking Dead, the one with Negan). I could feel the fear in the air. When Ethan moved on, I stayed at the booth, and the guys sighed and apologized to me. One guy said “you know how it is.” I was very confused. Ethan was like a mobster or something.