Dream Post 5: Pickle factory?

I swear, they get weirder and weirder.

I was in a square that looked like Stars Hollow (from Gilmore Girls) but it was Boston or somewhere simliar. I was walking and ran into Barb, my coworker. She and I walked for a bit, and chatted, ending up in a video store. The video store was having a wicked sale on Disney movies, and I was very excited because Disney movies go back into the vault, which is stupid, and I wanted to get any ones I had missed. But as Barb and I looked, we realized that all the videos they had were Little Mermaid, which we both already owned. So we left, singing the tunes of Little Mermaid, and I picked her up and carried her (piggy back style) to my dorm (the LB, as we called it.) It was a different building, looked much older, but it WAS the LB. Anyways, so we were going in, but there was a really long line to sign in, because apparently it was the first weekend of school and everyone had guests. So I went up to the check in counter, where Jeff was sitting reading a magazine. I yelled at him, because he should have been helping the other person checking people in, and then I skipped the line because I was a RA. So then Barb and I were joined by Cor, one of my friends from NOT college. She and I and Barb got into this elevator that probably could have held 20 people but was more of a room–with its own bathroom off to one side. A bathroom. In the elevator. So we rode the elevator to the third floor, but apparently I had pushed the wrong floor button, so when the doors opened we were overlooking a pickle factory. Like, a big room flooded with pickle juice and pickles floating on the top. To the right hand side of the floor there was another building within the bigger factory building, and you could see a library inside. It must have been where Cor’s room actually was, so we were aiming for there. But suddenly Cor was on a pulley system with me, and I had to try to swing her back into the elevator. We tried for a bit, but I wasn’t paying that much attention and I was eating something, so she got annoyed and swung herself up to a beam above the elevator. Once there, my high school choir teacher whisked her away with promise of getting her to the correct room. Then Barb and I were back in the elevator. And we woke up.

WHAT?! I am weird.

Things: 1. Jeff had mentioned to me how he hates when cashiers don’t jump in to help check out people when grocery stores are busy. 2. Cor mentioned she wanted to go rock climbing, AND she hates pickles…

That’s all I got.


About sorellaaglio

I am 26. I love nature. I love trying new things, and I love children. I love cooking, baking, and sometimes even cleaning. I am an organized mess, and yet manage to eat three meals a day and get eight hours of sleep a night. If you stop by, I'll feed you and make you a mixed CD. Oh, and I am a fan of you.
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