In my dream I’m at a bar with the ██████████’s but it’s not like a regular bar. It’s a Christian themed bar. In the dream Cristianna is obsessed with manga so she brings a huge stack of manga that we read.

After a while, people in the bar get rowdy and Mr. ██████████ desides to sit out in the white van with ██████████, who just so happens to be a little girl again. The manga is gone from our table so I go to the car to ask if Mrs. Valladares took it. Mrs. Valladares is in the front passenger’s seat with Sam beside her in a car seat. She says yes because she was afraid someone would steal it.

I get in and ask if we’re leaving already. Mr.██████████ is in the back and I sit beside him. Mrs. ██████████ says, “We have lots of time. Why don’t we go someplace else.” We drive to a nursing home.

Before I get out of the van, Mr. ██████████ says something along the lines of, “Why don’t I go pick up that stuff? Kelly, want to go with me?”

I say sure and all of a sudden, he and I are on a long, three lane bridge high up in the sky. He’s in the front seat, I’m in the back. He turns on the radio and a strange talk show comes on. He quickly turns it off and says, “Sorry. I was listening to the *Cracked podcast.”

*Not sure if there is one, but I’ve been reading stuff on Cracked.com a lot lately.

I say that it’s cool and that I like Cracked.

He says, “Just don’t tell my wife. She would get very angry. She thinks it’s evil.” Then he goes on this thing about how he doesn’t even masturbate but she doesn’t trust him.

What stuck out about the conversation the most was when he said, “I even have to suppress my fantasies.”

I want to say something about that but I don’t get the chance.

We suddenly come to the end of the bridge. There is a town on the other side that is flooded that is slightly lower than the bridge. The water doesn’t even spill off the side of the never ending cliff that splits the bridge and the town.

The two end lanes are fenced off like overlook bridges while the middle lane just simply ends. The van continues and as it goes over the end of the bridge, it sprouts wispy white wings and glides across the gap. We land in front of a sign that is impossible to read.

We drive through the water which is dirty and brown, down the highway that leads to the shopping center that has an Ollie’s. Everything is gloomy and gray. Windows of businesses that are still going are broken. There isn’t even any colorful spray paint on any walls. We drive up to a shopping center that is on higher ground and out of the water.

“You’re really going to like this place,” he says.

We get out at a store whose name I can’t remember, but it’s a very bright and hip store like Five Below. I tell Mr. ██████████ to go in because I need to put my bra on. He goes in and I see him sit down and wait for me by the door.

It gets very hot as I get my bra on but the hardest is getting my *shirt on. Lots of people are walking to the store around the car and I keep praying they can’t see me. Then one girl walks by, she’s fat, with blonde curls. She’s wearing black and she looks very familiar.

*The shirt is like a lavender color with white righting on the front and a pink, orange and read bull’s-eye on the back.

“Hey, Kelly, right?” she asks from the windshield.

“Uh, yeah,” I reply. I try to cover up as best as I can with my shirt.

“It’s me, ______, from the hospital,” she says.

All of a sudden I remember a previous dream I had this very night about how I became a security guard at a hospital who ends up fighting zombies with this woman.

“Oh right, hi,” I say.

I finally get situated and get out of the car, only to find that I forgot my “zombie killin’ bag,” which was a cute pink messenger bag with the same bull’s-eye on the front as my shirt. I search the car for it and finally a little girl says, “It’s on your foot,” as she points to it. It turns out that the strap wrapped around my ankle.

I get ready to go in the store when a different, angry looking little girl stands in front of me. I recognize her instantly.

“█████?” I ask, “are you █████ ██████ from the trailer park?”

She nods. It’s obvious it’s her. Her shoulder length ██████████, her ██████████. It’s definitely her. But something is off. She’s outrageously short and she moves like she has polio. There’s something physically wrong with her.

“Hey sweetie!” I say as she gives me a hug, “Good to see you.” Her arms are bent all weirdly and she’s just not right.

The dream ends there.