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I had a dream. I have been to the…

December 4, 2010

I had a dream. I have been to the… grocery store?

My dream –

I’m on a date and it’s nearing the end because I’m walking her home. It’s late, it’s dark, there’s a fine misty rain falling and I’m wearing a coat and hat and I sort of look like Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca. (I could be Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca for all I know. Or maybe The Maltese Falcon? Certainly not The African Queen. Anyway…)

We reach her door, she opens it and turns to face me and I kiss her. Quick and impulsive, just like that. Nothing wild, very chaste. She pulls back in what seemed like horror and tells me it’s over. I think I knew it was horror because of the Edvard Munch-like facial expression. She turns and runs inside and slams the door. I step back and reach over to my right where I find a grocery cart on the lawn and I push the grocery cart down the street and then I push the grocery cart into a side alley where it crashes through a tall reddish cedar fence.

And then I wake up.

I’m not sure I like the meaning of an empty grocery cart.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. December 4, 2010 3:06 pm

    OK, seems like leaving with an empty cart says you thought you were in the mood to shop (for companionship) but after starting, returned your item to the shelf and your discarding the cart seems to say that you’ve decided you are not in the market for shopping for female companionship for now. But then who am I – certainly not a shrink, LOL 😉 Dreams can be disturbing, puzzling things, eh?

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  2. December 5, 2010 8:22 pm

    Dude! I don’t even know what to say! Careful next time you go to the grocert store.
    mo

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