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4 comments| after the social Dream post. [02 Apr 2008|02:09pm] My most recent dream was I had just turned 18 and I was celebrating by buying myself some new CDs. I was in an awesome record store browsing through a humongous goth section (haha) and I found a Bauhaus CD and and Alien Sex Fiend CD to buy. All the while the boy who worked there was following me around trying to help me (falling in love with me). I brushed him off and went into the adult section where scattered over the shelves were porno magazines and didlos, but also books filled with artwork or anatomy books and other things that weren't necessarily "inappropriate." I sat on the floor and flipped through an art book, and then started looking through an old Playboy from the 30s, when the boy who had followed me around came to tell me it was 1am and the store was closing. He walked me outside and I said "shouldn't you be working?" He told me he didn't have much to do. In the dream I drove an old BMW (it was awesome) and he said he'd walk me to my car. I noticed for the first time that there were roller coasters everywhere I looked. I asked Record Store Boy what all the roller coasters were doing here, and he explained that they belonged to a nearby college. The one to my left was red and yellow and appeared to be made of plastic and pieced together like a children's toy race car track. The one to the right of the record store's parking lot was giant and green and looked amazing. We watched as a car full of college students clinked its way up to the top of the first hill. They dropped, and as they came to the first loop, the car detached and crashed the ground. Suddenly I could see bodies as they were crushed under the car in disgusting detail. The world seemed to erupt in screams. A lot of people rushed over to help, and knowing I had nothing to offer, I got in my car and drove away. But the dream didn't follow me. Instead it followed Record Store Boy into the back storage of the store. Inside there was a ladder that led up to something like a hay loft in a barn. On the loft a woman (the owner of the record store, I think) was standing before a lineup of women and shouting orders at them. The women were in various states of undress and some were severely deformed or missing limbs. They all looked malnourished and had shifty eyes. Next I can remember the women crawling horribly all over the ground in a jerky fashion that reminded me of stop motion animation. The end.

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