post apocalyptic world/extremely small store

Date: 7/25/2016

By chancethedog

I had a dream me and Selina (my sister) and mom went to the beach. we were walking up a steep cliff path to high grounds when a man who does not speak English accosts us. I don't know what language he is speaking but mom seems to understand him. mom responds "the rest of the people don't live here anymore? where did they go?" I look around. church pews line the top of the cliff. the man says something else. mom nods. we keep going. after a while we get to a section of occupied pews. these people appear homeless. as we walk by each one spews some weird conspiracy theory. one guy really stuck out to me. "I had children, two" he said, "they were playing down by those kayakers" I look down and sure enough, there are three kayakers in the ocean below. "I almost didn't make it in time" he said in a panicked tone. "thank god I did. do you see those spoons they have?" I didn't. "they were seconds away from making spoons with the skull bones of my two children" now I know this guy is whack. I responded "no they probably just got the spoons from McDonalds or something, man". I kept going through the people. one man told me he majored in environmental engineering then he said "and now a moment of silence" after about 5 seconds of pure awkward silence I left. at the end of the pews was a small shop. now when I say small shop I mean a small shop. everything was miniaturized. house plants an inch big, lion skulls the size of you thumb nail. mom mentioned some nice finds she got at goodwill the week prior and Selina responded, "why didn't we go there instead?"