We died

Date: 6/22/2019

Trent and I were with some people at a mall. We decided to get something to eat before leaving, so we crossed the street and went to a small market/deli. It was really busy inside. As I’m paying, I see that I have no money. The guy tells me it’s fine, it doesn’t cost anything. I look at him confusedly, and accept it. We eat some and take some to go, deciding to walk home, but a friend offers us a ride. The way home doesn’t look right, the street names are mostly wrong, and everything looks different. There’s a river on our right and we can’t cross it. My apartment isn’t there, instead it’s a huge mall-like place, also kind of looks like the hotel Casa Del Mar. I say something about needing to work at 7:30, but the clock says it’s 8 already. For some reason, I’m like “whatever” about it (not typical for me). My mother lives with me, but Trent and I hazily realize our children aren’t there. “Where are the kids??” We leave, and explore the city. We run into Anthony Bourdain, who we talk to, and he says something weird like “all roads lead here”. As we walk and look inside buildings, we see an acrobatic team doing trapeze stuff, a clothing shop, a burlesque show, a small woman deadlifting a comically huge barbell. We try to get home, but the roads are mixed up. Finally, we orient ourselves, and we keep walking south and find the river again (it’s where the 10 freeway should be). We know that our real house is on the other side. We realize why the kids aren’t here. We suppose we must have died.