The Store With the Endless Lines

Dream recorded: 10/11/2026

There was this school-like place, a bunch of us.

There was an auditorium. We were all sitting, watching.

The chairs reclined back, but they were all so uncomfortable.

We were listening to something.

I wanted to fall asleep so bad.

While I was in the auditorium, I was like, “They should really make these beds.”

I just could not get comfortable.

There was this guy that was attracted to me. Maybe we were dating.

We were having to do something.

And nobody could do it right, so I just jumped in and started doing it.

I was trying to help this other kid, and I was showing him what to do, but we were also morphing into what I was showing him, like typing letters.

But how I was showing him the letters was like me miniaturized into the letters.

Definitely some type of POV change.

And then we went back into the bedroom.

And then we went back into a store.

It was a grocery store.

I had my kid with me, walking behind me, but I didn’t see him. Maybe it wasn’t my kid, but it was a kid.

My mom was there.

There was a worker who had these, like, blue square sponge things that were good for scrubbing.

And my mom asked me to steal them for her.

I almost was going to.

I had one of them.

I took it off the backing for her.

I asked why, though, and she said, “Because you can’t buy these anywhere.”

They were cleaning sponges just for the workers.

It was almost like a convenience store, maybe a Dollar General.

It was everything in this store, but designed like a Dollar General/convenience store/grocery.

But the lines were so long, and multiple lines for multiple things.

And I decided not to steal.

I said, “I’ll just ask the worker if I can buy these somehow, or take them. I don’t want my kid, or the kid watching me, seeing me stealing stupid things just because.”

And then I went looking for her, the worker, but something was happening outside, and she ran out there to help.

There were cops and a whole bunch of ruckus.

A bunch of people.

And then I got stopped by the long, forever line.

A lady was doing something at the cash register.

She was talking to me about something.

I forgot what it was.

But I saw those lines, and they were forever long.

And she didn’t get mad at me for being upfront with her.

People were waiting, and I wasn’t.