Date: Tue. 12/13/10
Food: Soft Tacos
Eat Time: 10:30 am
Sleep Time: 1:15 am
Woke up: 8:00am
I don’t really remember if this is how the dream started or if a previous dream made the transition into this one, but I was in my backyard and I heard a lot of commotion coming one or two houses over. In my dreams, my block is considerably larger than it is in real life, I guess kind of how I saw it when I was really little. It’s really slightly larger than a track, and shaped the same way too, with two rows of houses where the football field would be and the track being the road.
So I go into my neighbor’s backyard and begin walking along the line where the backyards of our row meet the backyards of the row behind us. I get two houses down, which should be the end of the block, but instead I see this giant glass office looking building in the middle of the yards. I remember thinking at this point in the dream, “Oh yeah, I heard about them doing some new construction in town.” Despite how rich ass rich my town is, we have like, one franchise business currently operating. This building was supposed to whore our town out for more corporate enterprises or something. For some reason, I knew that the upper floors were apartments, and I thought that this could be a good place to look so that I could finally move out of my parents’ house.
Anyway, I walked in and the first floor was this very fancy looking café, with nice marble floors and big glass containers showing off extravagant and incredibly expensive pastries. For some strange reason, as I explored, I began feeling very dazed. I wandered to one area near the front door (I had apparently come in the side entrance) and off to the side, there was an area that wasn’t roped off, but it seemed to be denoted as its own section by four large pillars. In the center of this area, there was a square section of the floor, about 12x12 feet which was cut from the rest of the floor. This turned out to be some kind of automatic elevator, the kind you might seen in Doom or some other early FPS game; a platform which just slowly moved up and down.
I stepped onto it and it went down into the floor, revealing a dark hallway in front of me. I didn’t go into it, and when I turned around, one of the employees was behind me. He looked and sounded peeved and said in a very condescending manner that I couldn’t go down here. By the time he was done chastising me, the elevator had gone back up to the ground floor again. He walked me off the platform and I suddenly got very angry. I started yelling at the employee, purposefully being loud to cause a scene. I felt deeply wronged in some way or another, either because of how condescendingly he spoke to me or how douchey he was in general. I can’t remember exactly what everything I said was, but the main point was that there was no sign noting the area as employees only, so they should put one up before they start denigrating customers, especially when they live 30 yards away and it’s their first day open.
So as this happened, the “camera” switched perspectives from me to two shady looking characters. One of them was Ed Harris wearing a fedora; the other was who I understood to be his lackey, though I can’t remember if he was also an actor. He bought a delicious looking donut with chocolate drizzle and glazes and all types of icing on it. It was the donut I had my eye on earlier. The scene cut from the ground floor to a few floors up, as they had apparently taken one of the apartments. It was quite small, only one room which was a mixture of a bathroom, kitchen, and den. It had one window and an old styled wood-burning stove in the corner. Attached to this stove by a gas-line was a Bunsen burner, which he was going to use to heat his donut up. As he did this, they were discussing matters of an underhanded nature, but were cryptic about it.
Before he could heat his donut (I guess he liked it Krispy Kreme fresh while discussing mob matters), the pilot light went out and the gas began leaking. As if this were some old trick that everyone knew, his friend cracked the window and Ed Harris hung the burner out of it. He took this old zippo-styled lighter from his overcoat and held it out with the burner. He began sparking the lighter which wouldn’t catch and as he did so, the “camera” began zooming in on the line where the gas was leaking out. As it did so, this ominous feeling began to swell until the dream stopped, quickly cutting to black. I don’t recall if I woke up or went to another dream.
