The Hotel Rental Shop In The Woods

Date: 9/1/2019

im with taylor faith me and...i think someone else. a boy maybe. We wanna smoke but we dont want to go to rec park cuz its populated. I suggest panthorn park, they agree. We drive there. We go to the woods. The path is big and open, trees arent too thick, its not that bad. But then, behind us, to the right, is another path. The trees are so close together down this path that its like theyre walls. Its very dark. The path is narrow and forms a mouth, similar to a cave, at the entrance. Like, in the shape of a lowercase n. I vaguely remember a bright red X being over one of the trees. I suggest we go down there and we do. Something feels...wrong. You can tell something bad happened down this path. I ask Taylor for a cigarette and she hands it and the lighter over. We walk for a long time, and then i get the idea to mark our path so we dont get lost. I pull out spraypaint and spray the ground behind me as i walk. I cone across a cold spot, where i believe someone has been killed once before. We continue to walk down the dark path...and then.....Theres a convenience store. Its only two walls, a floor, and part of a ceiling. Its an open building, open to the woods. No doors, you just walk right in. Its a strange contrast to the dark and dreary woods; this cornerstore is soft and friendly. It looks similar to a store that would be in a hotel- one that sells snacks and movies to rent and things. We all share a look and step in. The register is right at the upper right corner towards the open wall of the building. I look behind the register and see a man bent down, not knowing we were there. I mutter something out and a friendly looking older man comes up. He has a cheery look, round wireframe glasses, a mustache, grey hair, and is in plaid and a brown vest. Like a fishing jacket. The plaid is red, like a lumberjack. Hes got a canadian accent. He welcomes us to the shop and tells us we can buy anything we need, and that it's nice to see someone. That the shop gets lonely. We exchange pleasantries and just shoot the shit for a bit before leaving, and before saying goodbyes. My friends and i talk about..how weird that was. We press on in the woods. The trees are so thick, its suffocating, and dizzying. When i turn around, the trail of spray paint is gone. I begin it get confused, until there is a sharp turn to the left up ahead that catches my eye. The trees are so packed together they essentially form a corner and a turn, like walls do. We go down the turn. Everything is blurry and confusing and cold. The air feels so fucked up. I only remember blindly running back.....and ending up in a church parking lot. We share a cigarette in the parking lot of the church. Walk down the street a little. The dream ends. Other/Dream Two: i believe my father picked me up from the church but im unsure. Im also unsure of why we were there. I do vaguely remember going inside the church. It looked like..a rec room. All brown. Cafeteria tables and a large open space. Reminds me of the church i went to to get blood drawn when i was 5, or the elks lounge. Dark and empty. I remember when i was with my dad, he had some plan to sell some invention...i think some sort of small containers for wipes or napkins. He explained that he was meeting with Chris Garneau to sell them. I explain to him that ive been a fan for a long time and he'd probably scare him because hes very calm spoken and gentile. We are having this conversation in our kitchen at the upper left corner near the table. Thats all i really remember of this.