10:38 a.m. - 2004-10-19
Nuther dream
Oh yeah, and I had a dream - just remembered:

I watched myself in third person, sometimes entering my body and sometimes looking at it from a short distance like I was watching a TV show. I was with Darren in the parking lot of a grocery store, like Meijer. I was wearing a light blue dress, and he was wearing a salmon-colored linen suit (but it looked good on him and in the dream, it didn't seem to be an odd choice of clothes).

We walked from the front door of the store out into the parking lot. I remember kissing Darren and feeling like I was falling in love with him for the first time, complete with crazy butterflies.

Something happened, and we lost our keys to the car. The doors were unlocked, but we couldn't start the car. We wandered around the parking lot for hours, almost like ghosts, waiting for someone to see us and help. A cart collector finally came outside and we asked him for help, but he kept saying his hands were tied. We were able to sit in the car, but not start it and drive away. We were stuck in the parking lot of the store. They wouldn't let us into the store, either. Some dumb rule about loitering, I guess; even if we did go buy stuff, they knew that we couldn't take it home because we couldn't leave, so they wouldn't even let us in.

Other people joined us, eventually, and we found that the parking lot was really big and we could almost walk home and still be in the parking lot.

My dad showed up for a little while, but I can't remember what he said or did.

Then the parking lot was part of a war zone or something. Missiles or meteors were flying overhead, and one landed in the parking lot. All kinds of people ran over to the wreckage to examine it. One scientist looked at it closely and said that it had gone through a plate glass window as well as a hairy elephant. When he lifted his head to look away from the missile/rock/metal thing, his face had become inflamed and distorted. Then, all the people who had bent over the thing started to have the same burns on their faces. Darren and I watched from a few feet away, just still wishing we had our keys so we could leave.

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