Dream Journal
I went into the grocery store at night. I wandered through the produce section and admired all of the shiny and colorful vegetables.
I stepped up to the customer service desk and put my plastic bag on the counter. The woman behind the desk was short and looked grumpy. I pulled out of my bag a loaf of sliced bread that was very moldy. She scanned it and looked at me.
Then I pulled out of the bag a pair of scizzors. They looked fine, but there was a large sticky clump of something on the back side of one blade. I was afraid she wouldn’t take them and explained in great detail why I didn’t want them. She scanned them without a wokd and offered me cash in retrun.
Relieved that my return went so smoothly, I had a bounce in my step when I walked out the door. I stepped not into the parking lot as I had expected but into a dark cave.
I followed the cave deeper into the earth and heard some men chanting. When I came upon them I saw they were monks in the middle of a secret ceremony. I watched them for a while and realized they were no different from the catholics.
Themes: Market