Author: uberbudgie





I dreamed that I was a messenger in a bad part

of San Diego, and that I had a delivery at this convelescent home, that from the outside looked

just like a Pho (Noodle House) resturant, at the

ground floor of a 1940's skyscraper.



The home itself was down a hall through the

back of the resturant (which was part of the

home) and had this immense waiting room

(like a Kaiser Hospital) where there were all of

these senile people on beat up couches,

love seats, and cushions.



There were tons of old, tattered looking blankets

all over the floor, and it looked a little like the

furniture section of a thrift store if a group of rowdy

middle-school kids had been goofing around

and throwing second hand bedding at each other.



The senile people were all wearing funky

old-people polyesther outdfits, and mumbling

to me about the life that they imagined I have.

Some woman kept telling me she saw my

husband at the Safeways with a basket full of

oranges- I kept telling her I'd never been married.

These people kept repeating themselves and

were deluded I was someone else- a relative

perhaps.



I looked down and I wasn't wearing anything

but a sleeping bag.



I was desperately trying to distract them so I

could make a getaway, as I had a ton more

deliveries to make.

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