Nightmare #7852 (or something)

I had another nightmare again last night. Not the yay... it's a continuing record but more the but wait!!! My muse CAME BACK!!!!!!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And so now I feel cheated kind. Yes, it's just dandy isn't it? And I remember A LOT of it in freakish detail... like the way I usually only remember Smoker-dreams.

Maybe it's going to bed dead-tired? Honestly, I'm wondering. Maybe if I go to bed really tired but not so tired I'm achey I'll have better um resistance? Control? Thought patterns? *sigh*

Or maybe my subconcious is trying to tell me something. With that end in mind I'm trying to consult dream symbolism and getting nothing. So a list of nouns I remember. Coming out of one of the bigger department stores at the mall into the rest of it and searching for the bookstore only Borders either got bought out or re-done in this fancy "elitest" bookstore that was all snobby and the foodcourt stand next to it was some kind of health food thing (weird) and coffee on another side. But at first we couldn't get in because they were closing the bookstore (which was two floors -- even though it was at the mall) with this red big drop curtain (blue downstairs) for their "lunch break" which would last next to forever. And me being in my underwear and a T-Shirt and having to ask Mom to throw me down (she was up the stairs talking to someone over by the food court section but I was down to see if I could get in there) a pair of PJ pants and there were people on the benches outside the store but I wasn't embarrassed or even all that grossed out, just aware "hey I need pants and now and wait, Mom you've got them" :| Then later I do get into the bookstore and buy one manga I'd been looking for (at only like $7 which was surprising) and they had made a more "teen" area (despite it being under new snotty ownership) because it was the mall so they were trying to cater to the manga crowd but I was also looking for Piers Anthony's latest Xanth book (even though I haven't read the new Xanth ones in ages) and some other novel which they didn't have or I couldn't get because they were closing for the night.

So I'm leaving with my Mom (and possibly brothers) and I'm having trouble with the stairs so I wind up on the handicapped ramp and heading off to the handicapped elevator. Only I'm like hobbling. Either I was half-foot weary or I don't even know but then half-way I start hopping on my good foot. Then I pass this man-made fountain type thing that's more like a stream with rocks and stuff (very pretty) and then I start walking on two feet only then I'm worried that if my feet are ok, what am I doing going to the elevator? But it was like inches nearby and the stairs were ages away (I'd had enough trouble just getting there) so I go for it anyways (by this time my family's gone to get out to the parking lot seperate ways but it's all good) and someone (a night guard but during the day?) had mentioned hearing about prostitutes using the mall at night for whatever(making the rounds I guess?) and a couple came into the elevator with me (I'd heard them coming down the hall) and they were each wearing a sluttish dress of one color but different colors each (yellow, green, and pale blue? respectively) and were giggling and talking but I just stood there waiting to get out.

Then I'm outside and I remember a homeless(?) person I'd made friends with at the mall (this part is very fuzzy) with blonde hair getting a cup of coffee with one of the security guards and I was worried about him because I remembered (though I'm not sure it happened earlier in the dream itself) standing with him outside, waiting for the mall to open, and it was FREEZING. It wasn't as cold then, but I worried he would get really cold during the night but he seemed ok and taken care of but I was still worried.

Then I'm heading to the car to meet with the rest of the family (the blue station wagon which is noted because normally in dreams it'd be something totally different) but there were two; one to the left and one a bit to the right (with lots of cars and space in between) but I knew the one to the left was the right one because I remembered (again false memory? Or maybe my dream went really farther back than I can remember?) where it was. So I went to the left but only Mom and one of the boys(? maybe both?) were inside. So I asked where Dad and the others were and she was all mad because he'd insisted the OTHER one was right and wouldn't come back. So I settled in the back right (passenger side) waiting for the others with a pillow against the window fairly spread out. Only somehow Dad got the OTHER car to work (spooky) and was being a total ass and really shouldn't have been driving (he almost crashed into security guard mini-cars and other cars several times just barely stopping short) and then it was like this stupid road rage situation with him and my Mom :| But I just sat there, sleepily... Eventually Dad gives up or whatever so everyone gets in teh car with me and Mom, and we had to keep moving bags of things all over the place to fix things and Brian got stuck in the back surrounded by the bags of whatever and I gave him a pillow to have against HIS window. And for a bit in the shuffle I got put in the back behind the driver's seat (left side) but that was wrong so I had move people so I could shift back to the right one (passenger's side.)

Then because of the massive crazyness argument my Mom suggested we stop somewhere to talk it out kind of thing. But it was late-ish at night (even though it all looked twilight to me and Pat and probably Dad but because of the light sensitivity) and so there wasn't a lot open/left. Anyways we were on the block near the rotary so Dad suggests some Irish pub's name (which I couldn't do) and then we all got out to try the ones in the area and we literally went down the block and around to try to find something we could all do. First there was a problem with Chinese buffet style (me) then a pizza place (Pat), then this other place was all closed for the night (windows black and everything) and then it was Japanese and eventually around the block, last place more or less, and we decide, I'll get basic stuff here (some sort of Japanese-ish food but it wasn't really very Japanese) and Pat can go back with someone to get something he can do. And I remember let's see; um green peppers and rice, and pea-pods... there was something else but it was like just barely going to work but at least it did.

Then I dunno, fast foward or something? And I'm back at the bookstore later (next day? Next week?) trying to get the other books I hadn't been able to find. And there was something about an abused little girl who hung out there that I wanted to help but the shop owners were already handling it so there wasn't anything that needed doing. Anyways so I'm skimming the teen section again (which changed practically every time I turned around) and I picked up one book with something about Red Sox I was interested in reading but didn't and one more that was vaguely important but I really can't remember. Then the store started catering to the "band crowd" which was like emo/death rock/punk/whatever. And I wound up making pretty good friends with one of the band members they had actually at the bookstore; (sideline compared to the lead who had a bunch of tweenies falling all over him) so we were joking around on one the couches and I'm reading the book titles on one of spinny racks things and then it turns out the band now has their own section to reccommend "favorites" to people. But the band leader is using it solely to get the girls he's dating (he had like 17 all on a leash but they all were CONVINCED they were the only one) by either having their books (yes I was like wtf?! THESE airheads have BOOKS written and PUBLSISHED?! Where's my publication?!) or their favorite up there and it was just so retarded. (I actually skimmed some of the girl's books, and one was just so abysmally stupid I was horrified and then I found out out it was NC-17 so I decided to skim ahead to that part but was sorely dissappointed... it sucked >_<) But talk about dumb, I mean they would literally PASS by each other coming and going and shoot nasty looks but all the while thinking the other was trying to GET their man, not that he was a cheating scoundrel :|

So then ONE of these idiot girls apparently wants to do theater for a living (or whatever) so she shang-highs him into doing this skit with her where he has to get undressed down to his breifs and then do some sort of "pyschological" depth thing where his character refuses to talk or be an individual person so his psychologist (the theater chick) makes him like her venquilotrist dummy and all painted up and dressed like an old lady. Then two of the bimbos were playing two bimbos in the thing and they come to see the psychologist (sort of? I guess there were there as his "therapy") and she keeps saying the stuff for him but the girls keep doing things to arouse him more and more until he snaps and declares his "Mother" can't decide everything for him, tears of the wig, declares he's a man and chases after them. It was a dumb skit. And I remember telling my band friend that the dressing scene ALONE was probably raking in more money/girls and publicity for the store than any of the shopkeepers had imagined when they decided to allow it (good for them) and that I recognized it eventually to which he was surprised but I explained I was really into theater and not only had I read/done every skit out there but I'd written and done a bunch of my own and that I was surprised the theater chick hadn't done that herself.

So then after all this, Romeo and his entourage leave (a few of the chicks left over ogling the other band members) and Steve Bailey comes in telling me about this girl he's in love with named Ashley and how great she is etc. etc. So I'm still looking around at the books, listening to him talk and at some point, police come to arrest him. Everyone's all in shock, and they tell him something about he was being arrested for running the mall prostitution ring and a witness (Ashley) had come foward. :| So then Ashley is there behind the polic laughing at Steve as he's being arrested and I flat-out inform the police they're very much mistaken and that she IS a prostitute and set him up. But she's still laughing and mocking him so I snapped and punched her hard in the face and then as she's trying to react and fight back, I could easily interpret and work all her moves so that not only couldn't she lay a blow on me but I easily had her on the ground with her face in the rug and holding her neck and the rest of her down in no-time. And then I was getting her to explain the situation and sending someone else off to go get the proof that it wasn't Steve and I woke up....

Told you it was long. I guess Ashley symbolized all the girls who my guy-friends fall in love with and chase after that I always feel are just going to screw them over. And maybe it's the whole wanting to help thing? Like with the homeless guy that was my friend and the little girl who was abused; I didn't need to help either even though I wanted to but when it came to Steve, I just instantly reacted, no thinking things through or anything.... I don't know. *shrugs* But I feel better because analyzing cures all >_> Yeah that's it.