Date: 10/1/2019
By waltermack
Was in some kind of giant Costco-like place. It was post-apocalyptic. Don't know how I know this, as the dream starts there. I was with a group of survivors and I was with a group(don't know who). Entering the store, I was with two others. It's very dim, no lights. One guy is texting on his phone, and me another guy move fast while pushing a cart ahead. One of us makes some sort of comment about keeping an eye out on the person lagging behind texting because we don't trust him. We throw a lot of dry food into the cart. I remember grabbing a bag of Takis at some point (the ones with smaller, personal mini-packs inside). We continue to move through the store and I think to give some to people I come across. I offer some to a survivor who is standing around deciding what to get. He grabs a pack and I continue to walk with my (I assume) friend. We stop when we bump into dried ramen. He asks how many bags I think would be a good idea. I tell him to just grab a whole box as the idea to eat it dry crosses my mind and he tosses it into the cart (I don't know why we're grabbing so much food that dehydrates you). As this is happening I remember thinking that'd we'd have to grab as much food as we can in one go, because zombies were most likely going to get in after we left, and the place was way too big to re-secure. I distinctly remember the place being blocked in by a ton of shopping carts in a circle formation (awake, this seems like a simple enough thing to put back together). Someone places some kind of giant cardboard box on top of our cart and then there's either something I'm forgetting or there's just no continuity because I double back and offer to help the first person that was texting push the cart (even though we had the cart this whole time) because I felt slightly guilty about leaving them behind and not fully trusting him. I think I make some small talk but either the dream ends or this is the last bit I remember.