Complained to a guy who just lost his daughter

Date: 5/20/2018

I went to my favorite coffee shop, & while there I ordered my typical drink. This time though, I paid a lot more for it and it tasted awful. I was so upset with it and it quickly became a reflection of how bad the coffeeshop now was. Somehow the coffeeshop started to morph into a McDonalds the longer I was there. I decided to talk to one of the guys at the counter to tell him about my drink. He tells me he’ll remake the drink, so he takes his time finding the cup and other things to make the drink. He then comes to tell me that the vanilla they put in the drink has lost its pump so he can’t use it for the drink insinuating I needed to order a different drink that doesn’t use vanilla. I asked, “well why don’t you just use a pump from another syrup for the vanilla to make the drink?” He seemed annoyed at this point and came up with excuses as to why he couldn’t do that, but to me it sounded like he just didn’t want to do it. I don’t remember the actual drink ever being remade. At this point I decided to ask for the manager. He reluctantly and still annoyed, went to get his manager. I waited and waited what seemed like forever at the counter for this manager and started becoming even more upset myself. So when the manager actually showed, I made it known I was pretty upset with how I had been treated. The manager looked like Idris Alba’s twin. I expressed to him that this coffeeshop was no longer the shop I loved. That it showed that they didn’t care anymore. He honestly even seemed like he didn’t care. Almost as if I was wasting his time and it really wasn’t an issue. As I was complaining to him about the barista making my drink, someone from the back called to him that they needed him. So without even actually resolving the situation or just even giving me a response to what I told him, he was abruptly pulled to the back. I decided to wait on him because he still hadn’t really responded and there was no resolve. This is when the dream takes a weird turn. After waiting for a very long time for him to come back, I decided to go to the back to see what was going. There I encountered another worker at the back entrance door looking outside. I asked him what was going on and he said he didn’t know but he was also waiting to ask the manager a question. So we waited there together a bit. Then 3 crying women walk by all holding each other while they walk from wherever it was the manager had went. It was really weird as neither of us knew what was going on. Then finally the manager also comes from that direction and his face and eyes are a hue of red. He was also crying. He looks at us and tells us his daughter was one of 10 murdered recently at a school shooting. A couple more people from his family showed up. What first looked like we were outside in a back alleyway turned/morphed into a long back hallway/corridor to the other businesses’ back entrances also in the same building as they were in. At this point I’m feeling awful I had said anything at all about anything. I told him I was incredibly sorry about his daughter and for complaining about something so trivial. Out of nowhere my mom shows up in the dream. She at first was looking to order a drink (which is unlike her as she doesn’t even drink coffee). I told her what was going on and she also became heartbroken. Out of what looks like to the entrance next door to the left of the coffeeshop’s/mcdonalds back entrance, another one of his family member friends comes out. The door he came out of wasn’t to a business but to what looked like a room. The room almost looked like a weird hospital morgue room. The manager’s slain daughter was in the room on a bed. My mom wanted to pray for her as she says the earlier prayers are done before her funeral the better. So she goes into the room to pray over the daughter. Another family friend also goes to pray. I go in to see her, but leave the room immediately after. All of a sudden there’s a commotion coming from the outside of the front of the building though none of us knew what was going on. There was yelling, gunshots, and what sounded like a car screeching out of the parking lot. Me, the worker, manager and the women in his family go to see what was going on. A guy was chasing this white man and started fighting him. We asked what was going on and he shouted back at us that he tried shooting some people in the building we were in almost pointing in the direction of the room that had the slain daughter, my mom, and another family friend in. I immediately feel a lump in my throat and panic in my body, but didn’t want to think he shot up the room my mom was also in. We start to help the guy restrain the shooter. Out of nowhere I get this strength to kick him in the face and do some kind of wrestling jiu jitsu move to restrain him and keep him down while yelling to see if someone had called 911 and they had. While keeping him in the wrestling lock on the ground, someone says he came here to finish what he started and it was an unsaid fact that he was a neonazi racist murderer/shooter looking to specifically shoot as many Black people as he could. During this time I felt immense fear and worry that something also happened to my mom. As much as I wanted to run into the building to see if my mom and everyone else was okay, I also felt I needed to keep him restrained. I woke up from this nightmare not knowing if my mom or anyone else was safe. I feel like poop now :(