Raccoon Dream
Nov. 22nd, 2004 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI woke up too early. I woke up before noon! There was a dream. I've forgotten the early part of it. The part I remember begins with me accidentally shoplifting two golden delicious apples (a faint blush of red tingeing their perfect skins!) from a supermarket. I had the apples in a plastic produce bag, and got lost, ending up walking out the automatic door and onto a narrow pedestrian street that was where the parking lot would have been expected.
When I realized that I had left the store without paying for the apples, I tried to get back in, and was scolded by an employee, a woman with gray hair, for trying to go in the "out" door. I explained my purpose, and she, with a skeptical look that said she believed me to be a lunatic and a thief, let me back in and pointed me toward the checkout stands. The lines at the stands were long, snaking back through crowded aisles, and I remember thinking no good deed goes unpunished. Instead of waiting, I decided to look around the store.
Then I found myself in a sort of annex to the store- a big room with asphalt floor and lots of empty shelves. A few zombie-like people pushed shopping carts around, but the room was otherwise deserted. Wandering through the room, I came to a shelf where raccoons were on display. They were actual, live raccoons, though they had a rather Koala-like look to them. I thought it outrageous that raccoons were being sold in a supermarket. They were in pairs, one sitting on the lap of another behind it. One raccoon took a liking to me, and licked my hand. I picked it up and put it in a shopping cart I had suddenly acquired. As I began pushing the cart back toward the part of the store where the checkout stands were, the raccoon opened the bag of apples, which I had also placed in the cart, and began eating one. I was thinking Well, at least I won't have to pay for the apple, but I wonder how much the raccoon will cost? I never found out, because I woke up. Despite the fact that I had only slept for a bit more than four hours, I was unable to get back to sleep, and eventually got up and spent the afternoon dusting and cleaning the house, and changing the bed. But I kept thinking about that raccoon. As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've ever dreamed of a raccoon. I've visited that supermarket in my dreams before, or one very like it, though. I probably will again. Maybe I'll find out how much they charge for a raccoon.
When I realized that I had left the store without paying for the apples, I tried to get back in, and was scolded by an employee, a woman with gray hair, for trying to go in the "out" door. I explained my purpose, and she, with a skeptical look that said she believed me to be a lunatic and a thief, let me back in and pointed me toward the checkout stands. The lines at the stands were long, snaking back through crowded aisles, and I remember thinking no good deed goes unpunished. Instead of waiting, I decided to look around the store.
Then I found myself in a sort of annex to the store- a big room with asphalt floor and lots of empty shelves. A few zombie-like people pushed shopping carts around, but the room was otherwise deserted. Wandering through the room, I came to a shelf where raccoons were on display. They were actual, live raccoons, though they had a rather Koala-like look to them. I thought it outrageous that raccoons were being sold in a supermarket. They were in pairs, one sitting on the lap of another behind it. One raccoon took a liking to me, and licked my hand. I picked it up and put it in a shopping cart I had suddenly acquired. As I began pushing the cart back toward the part of the store where the checkout stands were, the raccoon opened the bag of apples, which I had also placed in the cart, and began eating one. I was thinking Well, at least I won't have to pay for the apple, but I wonder how much the raccoon will cost? I never found out, because I woke up. Despite the fact that I had only slept for a bit more than four hours, I was unable to get back to sleep, and eventually got up and spent the afternoon dusting and cleaning the house, and changing the bed. But I kept thinking about that raccoon. As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've ever dreamed of a raccoon. I've visited that supermarket in my dreams before, or one very like it, though. I probably will again. Maybe I'll find out how much they charge for a raccoon.
The Lurid Tale
Date: 2004-11-24 11:15 am (UTC)I found mine one row over and second from the bottom. So I sat on the bench and opened it, and bent over to take off my shoes, and then I sat up and felt something flick my ear. Kevin had gotten undressed and hopped back up on the bench to toss his clothes into the locker. Wondering what had flicked my ear, I turned abruptly and came face to...uh...head with what must have been the largest unit in the school (which had some 8000 male students.) As he had turned to face the lockers, it had swung out a bit and grazed my ear as I was sitting up. Centrifugal force can be a bitch.
Anyway, I practically fell over when I saw the thing, and he apologized for the unintended contact, and I said something stupid like "Dude, be careful! Somebody could lose an eye!" He chuckled, and commented on the asininity of the school bureaucracy that gave him a top-row locker. So I offered to switch with him, which we did. This was the wise course, if I wanted to avoid another briefless encounter. Of course, to this day I'm still not sure if maybe I wasn't also trying to avoid any chance of discovering in myself a subconscious desire for some hot man-on-dwarf homoerotic action. Kev was actually a pretty good looking guy, and, as it turned out, very popular with the coeds. Maybe I missed my chance.
Re: The Lurid Tale
Date: 2004-11-29 06:37 am (UTC)that's hillarious... I can understand now I suppose...
maybe he's a descendant of the Tanuki god?