Dream Journal
I sat at a pick nick table with Damon and two teen boys that I knew and kind of liked. The two boys were engrossed in a conversation and absently played with a pair of underwear that I recognized as my own. The panties had semi-fresh bloodstains on them from my period.
I was mortified. I felt I should tell them they were touching bloody underwear, but I didn’t want to admit that it was mine.
Then I was in a store with a large group of teens; we were having a competition to see who could spend the least in the store. I bought a big box of oil for my car and a few other things. At the checkout line, I end up having the pay the debts of a few people in my group because their name was on my shopping list.
I was very upset that, because of having to pay these debts, I wasn’t going to win the competition. But I paid anyway, and then bought a few things for one of my friends. With all my stuff in the car, a friend and I drove through suburbs and passed a deserted Kmart building.
We then passed a mall that had huge holes in the walls. The building was dilapidated, and we could see straight through it. On the other side of the building, people were wading in the ocean surf. I was a bit surprised because it was cloudy and not a very warm day.