Date: 4/27/2019
By spencerlevinson
Woman calls the ups store phone. She seems a little irritated about something, I can’t remember what she asks but I tell Kathy and Ruth about it. She ends up coming into the store with her husband. She is a nice lady, but her husband is strange. Keeps gesturing to his boner while Kathy and Ruth are helping him. They don’t see but I do. He is an old man and I sick person. I feel disturbed and protective. We are long longer in the back of the store, but the front facing where the copiers are, the the wall pertrudes into black nothingness. Me and Ruth are there. We are floating but seemingly not moving, but little specs in the black nothingness and wind seem to be coming toward us. I get the sense we are on a mission, somebody has died. Ruth is holding the store phone. There is a button that says enough. When she clicks it, it says “many won’t answer, might be enough.” Now I am in an area of the store that doesn’t exist. It is an area that extends beyond the wall behind the front desk, and it looks much like an extension of the back of the store. I walk over to the front desk. It is kind of dark. The crappy old man is sitting in a black chair at the now much much lower front desk. I think he he might be giggling or something but I’m not sure. He is holding a pencil and I walk up behind him and lean over. He asks what I’m doing and I say I am deciding whether to kill him. He shoves the pencil in his mouth to the back of his throat , seemingly trying to kill himself. I say something along the lines of I don’t have to worry about killing you anymore. I then sit down, back to the windows, and he turns his chair to face me. I now see a middle aged brunette woman and we are holding hands, my hands on top of her which are on her knees, she seems to represent some distant form of the man that is dying. As I look into her eyes I now see a screen that has the same general background color as a mixture of the pos and the cms at work. Eye and looking into a moving picture of a face on the screen. It is ruth. I am looking into her eyes and it really feels like she is looking back at me. To the left of the small square picture of her face it says, “many won’t answer, might be enough.” I now realize I am dying, and I am crying tears of joy and sadness at the same time, looking into the picture on the screen. My dream fades out and I wake up