Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/24/2016
By Purple
Part One: I walked to a mall that had a Trader Joe's inside. I walked all around, picking up one or two stray groceries, but by the end I had put them back. I was on line, waiting for cashier. She just vanished and the other patrons were like me: growing impatient, but not wanting to lose our place on line. Soon, we all started complaining and the line dissolved. We all dispersed throughout the remainder of the store and found another cashier's line with an actual person working at the register. I did not want to wait on line again. I approached two workers and complained that this was the worse Trader Joe's I have ever been to. One of them put down what she was doing and asked me why. She seemed like she wanted to get to the bottom of this issue, as if I was the umpteenth person to complain. She started to walk with me as I was telling her what happened. After, I tried making my way to the exit, but couldn't find the same one I entered through, so I had to back track through the length of the store to find the correct side of the mall I entered through. In my dream, I had walked there, and did not own a vehicle, but needed to exit to a certain parking lot, so I wouldn't have to walk around the whole mall to make my way to the direction to get me back. I paid no mind to any other stores in the mall. Some time passed and I found myself in part two: In my dream. I was observing a woman that reminded me of Lucille Ball. Her whole persona was just naturally funny and entertaining. She was with a younger woman who called her mom. At one point, I was that younger woman, and then I was an observant outsider. I was living in a place that had a basement similar to my ex husband's. The two ladies were looking for a certain store that was 20 minutes away by foot. I was just at that mall a bit earlier that day, as a patron of Trader Joe's. I told them to hold on, I'll take them there. I mentioned it's about a twenty minute walk. They didn't look too pleased about that, but accepted it. I turned on the basement light for them to watch their step. I don't know why we didn't exit any another door. One of them commented twice that the place was well lit and reminded them of someplace else. She was being sarcastic and I ignored her. But they were friendly enough and I didn't interpret it as being mean. At the last minute, I decided to grab my phone and wallet, and then as I was about to close the door, I remembered I had to lock it, so I went back inside to grab my keys, too. We went down the stairs and proceeded to make our journey. Dream ends.