dreamscapes v. 1.0

I was in the grocery store close to closing. I was looking for soup and deodorant.

This dream closely followed a dream where I watched as others cooked some food and Lindsey (Helskel's friend and mine) had a Sci-Fi radio show. "Aah, now I see the connection," I said.

Anyway, I was at the grocery store looking for soup and deodorant. I had an open PBR in my hand and another closed one to purchase. I couldn't find my brand of deodorant, so I tried to smell the Degree--I couldn't. They turned off the music to indicate the store was about to close (a la "last call"). There were two lanes open, both of which had long lines. I get into one of them and realize I don't have my purchases, but I do have a bag with a long box that resembles a box of some-assembly-required furniture/shelving. Am I returning it? I guess so. But I don't have my soup, so I go back to the aisle and see the soup on the floor (Campbell's Vegetable, low sodium soup, just to be specific), and the unopened PBR is next to it, but the PBR is neither standing straight up, nor is it on its side. It's at about a 60-70 degree angle. I pick up the beer and the soup and decide I'll wait on the deodorant until I can find my brand, reasoning that I have enough to get through tomorrow.

I head back to the checkout line with the cans and the bag with the box of what may be shelving, but before I get back in line I'm walking down a dark street lit by a full moon. It's a beautiful night, and the grass on the side of the road makes an impression. But I didn't pay for my purchases... I must be in a dream, I think to myself, and jerk my body forward in an attempt to wake up. I'd hate to be sleeping in the middle of the aisle at the Fred Meyer. My attempts to wake up are to no avail, but the night is nice. I lie on the grass and look at the moon. I feel myself getting tired, and figure the worst that can happen is that I'll wake up at the grocery store, but I'll probably just get some shut-eye. The last things I see as I go to sleep are my legs and feet framed by the grass with the black asphalt of the street behind the grass. The moon lights my dimming view.

I wake up.