483. Dreamscapes

I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. I am not sure what they mean, but they've been weird enough to linger into waking hours.

In my first dream, I dreamt that I was in a crowded Wal-mart around closing time, and trying to wade through the crowd of people coming down escalators, and yelling at the salesgirl that I badly need a pair of shoes because the soles of the ones I'm wearing are about to fall off. Then I reach the shoe aisle, pick up the shoes I want and then realize that my wallet was picked in the crowd, and I had no way to pay for the shoes. I woke up around the time when i'm crying and trying to plead to the salesgirl that I need those shoes, and I can't live without shoes right now.

So, if that wasn't enough, the following night, I dreamt that Demi Moore was chasing me around a supermarket with a semi-automatic rifle. I have no idea where she'd get a semi automatic, or why she would be chasing me, but I woke up completely soaked from sweat and my heart pounding like a racehorse.

I spent a good time of day yesterday trying to piece together why these things came to my head. It's true, my work shoe needed replacing, the sole was wet during the snow, and is about the fall off. And since Bren lost his wallet in Aswan, the wallet has been a prominent theme in our conversation.

So, I finally plopped down $20 for a pair of chinese shoes today, hopefully, no more nightmares.

Now, what to do about Demi Moore? You think she's after my shoes?