Mall for What?

Date: 3/29/2021

The first part of my dream I am attempting to drive an 18 wheeler truck. I somehow end up on a narrow street, fully filling it and there are houses all around me, I realize I can't turn around and abandon the truck. The next part I am in a mall type building, very underused though, quite empty. Olivia is there and we have a quick hilarious interaction with jokes and a little dance move. Then she goes on her way and this really fat gay dude walks up to me while eating a popsicle. He's complaining heavily about something and talking to me but facing away from me towards the mall doors. I didn't really like his whole vibe, also his face was really red and orange and I wondered if he had heart or liver problems. Then this tall, handsome, red haired guy came up to me and basically was asking me to go with him, that he would help me. He was kind of blocking my way and I asked if he could move...also there was a spider on his forehead and I told him it was there. We walk down these corridor stairs with a dog on leash and a woman right behind us with her dog on a leash. As we get to the bottom of the stairs there is a man coming through the door with his dog to come up the same stairs. We all stop just to judge how the dogs are going to react to each other...nothing really happens so I'm finally like "well we have to move forward!" and the woman behind us tells red haired guy that she'll take the dogs and to bring me downstairs. I'm a little offended because I had no idea that these two even knew each other and it felt like there was a plan or something. So then we're in the basement and it looks like a clinic...low ceilings, grey, ugly, dank, boring really...It was a Seth center and there were two rooms. I wanted to be in a certain one and that is the one I got. There was an older, Santa looking man sitting in there already and he asked me to get him a 7Up. I have to reach over him to open the mini fridge and all there is in there is plastic cups for water. As I lean over him he notices that my clothes are really baggy and I look unkempt. He tells red hair to take me to the gym and to the salon and shopping for new clothes basically to take care of me. I feel embarrassed but we also just kind of disregard the comment as advice from an old man. I suggest going upstairs to buy him a 7Up and for some reason I eat the plastic cup and I end up choking and coughing up plastic bits. The end.