Dream Journal
I was in a large thrift store that was properly organized. There were probably a hundred other people in there ravaging the racks as though it was Christmas Eve and the store was having a 75% off sale. All of the shoppers I recognized as having graduated from my high school a few years before I. I was walking up and down the aisles of clothes trying not to bump into any of the greedy shoppers.
Then I was in a kitchen, but it was more like a television set. The walls were super flimsy and were propped up in the middle of a larger room. Satan was standing on the set wearing a nice suit and tie. He looked much like a middle-aged man and his hair was graying. He demanded that we tear apart this kitchen. I saw that I was not alone: Damon, Dana, Beth, and a few others were here as well.
We picked up hammers and crowbars and proceeded to rip apart every item in the room. I wielded a large hammer and proceeded to remove the doors from the lower cabinets. When that was completed, I tore apart the walls of the cabinets, carefully prying out each nail. I looked up and saw the devil standing in the middle of the room watching our progress.
Once again I was in the large thrift store. Again, there were a hundred people ravaging the racks. Only now I was in charge of the store, I recognized the shoppers as being a year or two behind me in school, and I noticed that all the clothes on the racks were newer. I was standing at the end of the long aisles of clothes watching the shoppers.
I looked to my left at the items hanging high on the wall and saw some daring shoppers climbing the wall as if it were a cliff to grab something they desired. There was an inflated skiff hanging on the wall, as well as a small fishing net for decoration.
Two girls came up to me and asked my assistance in finding a neon blue top. One of the girls needed this top to be in neon blue specifically; bright blue would not suffice. I went to the opposite end of one aisle and went through the pieces one by one. Many articles amused me, and a few frightened me that someone had been paid to design such a thing. I finally came upon the only blue tank top in the store and went to find the girls.
I came to the back door that led outside into a very bright sunny desert. I stood staring through the door; everything I could see same brown color. I looked left and through a doorway I saw the same kitchen that Satan had instructed us to disassemble. He was still standing there, and I thought he was waiting for his next group to arrive.
Walking outside, I didn’t venture far away from the door, but the two girls found me. I noticed that the tank top was blue on the front but neon pink on the back. I apologized and told them this was all we had. The girl on the right, the one who needed a neon blue top, took the tank top from me and inspected it; they said nothing.