Dream Journal
The city was flooding and cars were having great difficulty traversing the roads. The roads had become all muddy and deep with water, so many people abandoned their cars to get out and walk.
I walked down the sidewalk with a friend, the sidewalk was not dry but still not yet fully submerged, and we decided it would be the perfect time to rob WalMart.
The city was very large and very condensed, and all of the stores were small with a plain gray vestibule leading onto the street. We stepped into the gray vestibule and found the locked panel high on one wall. It looked a lot like something from Star Trek.
My friend tried to open it but her key didn’t work, which shocked us both. Back out on the street we tried the next door and it’s gray vestibule. There was another locked panel identical to the last one, but this time my friend’s key worked. There wasn’t a lot of money in there, but we took all of it anyway.
We went in the next door and as we were taking the money I saw Tina at the end of the hallway standing and talking with some other people wearing white medical jackets. I went down the hallway to find out what they were doing even though my friend thought it was a bad idea.
I held a book open to a very nice poem, and I started reading it aloud for a presentation that was to take place that afternoon. I had requested to read this poem because I had heard it before, but I only knew the first stanza. I didn’t practice at all with it and I had no idea of its rhythm.
As I was reading it aloud for the first time I wondered if I could find a different poem that talked about someone giving her heart away, a figurative image of love to portray a tactile image of organ donation. My mom suggested that maybe I should just read the first part of the poem, the part I knew, because the rest of it sounded so bad.
I went off to look for a pen to change the poem and ended up in Tina’s office. I couldn’t find a pen, and I accidentally bumped her computer mouse, turning off her screen saver. I knew I shouldn’t look at her computer, but when I glanced at the screen it was an empty desktop. I knew she would know I looked at it but I just left it.
I went across the hall to look for a pen and my friend found me. We went outside and back to WalMart where she unlocked the gray panel. She was wearing a dark gray wool pencil skirt and white button-up; she was very skinny.
As we put all of the money into bags I wondered where she found the key. We got into my car and I tried to maneuver my way down a slight incline, wondering if I would make the turn at the bottom, but the roads seemed to have dried out a bit and there were other cars on the road.
Themes: Pam & Tina