Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/6/2016
By Fitful
I was listening to police scanners and trying to help people. I think i was trying to help animals. There was a squirrel later who was mentioned. It took a while but people began to take notice about what I do. It was a turning point when I was in a park, as a child, with other small children and we were attacked by some guy who wanted something from me. Information. I was very smart and he wanted plans for something. I wrote down the plans and saved them on a floppy disks. But we were bratty children and didn't hand them over. The bad guy tried to take them from us and he went flying into the mud, we dodged at the last second. Jump to ten years later, the twins have created a new radio, which listens for people in trouble, have installed them in brand new cop cars, and we are all police officers. The cop cars look like brand new vintage old timey cars, really well made but with that retro metal attention to detail hardy build. The police scanners, the new ones, we're in the back seat, installed in the bottom back section of the front seats. I was at the office, or investigating a small store and coworkers came, there was talk about sleeping with people, jokes, and someone, a guy tried to push me off on someone, a girl who was very unattractive. Its possible he was a parent. It was a joke but not really, it was clear he really wanted me to turn into a little wife for some man so I could be safe. I left so I could avoid the matchmaking, and ducked around the corner to investigate a thing in the neighborhood, dirt unearthed in the front lawn, but they followed, that parent and a female friend/coworker she was redhead and pretty, and sympathetic to me, but still more in his camp. So I took it one step further and left, ducked through another neighbors yard and around through several backyard. That is when the woman spied me and scolded me for not tellimg her who I was, what I was doing, that she had to take some kid or husband or dog of hers to months of therapy because I hadn't told them he was just sick, or that I was trying to cure or get help or investigate something. This was in reference to an incident ten years ago when I had only been playing cop. There was a squirrel involved somehow. Anyway, small towns have long memories, so I avoided her and left through another neighbors lawn, and made it to the sidewalk. I walked for a while, into the heart of town, and realized this town was really tiny, and I wouldn't have to walk far. A little old lady walking my way on the same sidewalk, her eyes widened, and she looked at me and then back when she passed me and said "well that surprised me". I figured out what she was talking about because I wasn't wearing any pants, and not any underwear either. It immediately embarrassed me, but the shirt I had on didn't seem to completely cover my ass so I didn't want to keep walking uphill. There was another older woman in a shop beside me, and she said she had a pair of extra pants, that I could wear them to go buy some in a store nearby, I put them on and they were a perfect fit, blue jeans, with just a stain on the knee from a blueberry which was still there. I left to the store, saw my dad and that redhead his partner, and avoided them going straight to the store instead. They saw me, waved, but it was clear they were focused on something else now. I was picking out jeans in the front of the store. It was like Wal-Mart but started with a L, maybe called Lean, or Lown. I really wanted black pants but got caught up looking at overall shorts. It was kinda cooler, getting towards winter, so it was inappropriate but I didn't go much farther, looking at the stain on the knee, wondering who they had belonged to, and why they had left them, and how they fit me perfectly, and it was a shame they were Blue because I would have bought them, except for the stain and the blueberry. The longer i looked at the stain and the blueberry the more grotesque it got, deformed at first then this blot of deformed blueberry which didn't lesson when I pulled off pieces of berry and tried to get to the jeans part. It just sorta disgusted me, how deformed it was, how the middle was dark and melty and decaying and sickening. The emotion when it came to the blueberry was this nasty sick feeling in my stomach.