sf#1's demise dream

I don’t know what it is lately, but I have been having the most vivid and strange dreams. Maybe it’s the transition into spring from winter, or maybe it’s my sleeping pattern. Whatever it is, it’s almost disturbing.

Last night I dreamt that I went to California with SF#1. We went as part of a tour group and we were staying in LA. On our first day there they let us go shopping, basically gave us a map and said have fun. We set out stopping at all of the most colorful stores, buying nothing. When we were trying to find a store on the map we ended up in San Francisco. It was like at the end of a street just turned into a completely different place. We were on the corner looking at the hotel Satan and I stayed at when we went in real life.

I was transfixed with the sign, and when I turned around SF#1 was being pulled in a shabby looking store front by a homeless person. I turned to look at the sign one last time and then went after her.

When I walked up to the door I noticed that it was an old clothing shop, and there was no one in it. Even the door was locked. I asked a man standing close if he had seen anyone going in there. He laughed and shook his head, I thought for sure it was the right store, but convinced myself that it had to have been a different one. I checked the ones next to it on each side. Nothing, they were closed up, boarded up in fact. On each of the boarded windows there we’re posters advertising Seattle tourism.

I walked back to the one in the middle, worried. I wondered if something bad had happened. This time I was determined to get into the store, I yanked on the door handle and it opened like it had never been locked. I walked in and when I said “Hello?” A creepy looking man stood up from behind the cashier’s area. He asked if there was anything I needed, I asked if my SF#1 had come in here, he said no. No one had been in all day, I was his first customer.

He then tried to talk me into buying the most hideous clothing, and that’s when I heard a scream. I noticed SF#1’s purse on display for sale. She had a very distinct purse; it was gold and had silver tassels. I asked where she was again; he said I must be mistaken because no one had come into the store today. Then he tried to get me to leave. I wouldn’t go, then for some reason the fire alarms started going off and he cursed and went to check on them. That’s when I noticed a small door behind a display.

I wrenched it open and it lead to a dark second level. I was terrified to go down there, it was cold and dark. So I yelled from the top “SF#1 are you down there?” Nothing. But I had a strange feeling that she was down there, so I yelled a little louder. That’s when I heard a faint crying. Sobbing in fact.

I was convinced she was down there and I decided I needed to get some help. But when I turned around the creepy store clerk was there. He demanded to know what I was doing. I said that I think he has my friend down there. He said that there was no one down there and if I wanted to go look I could. He would even turn the lights on, but he couldn’t go with me because he had to wait for the fire department to arrive to tell them it was a false alarm.

I decided I had to be safe because the fire department was on there way, there was no way he would try anything when they we’re there. I walked down one step and turned around to see him trying to close the door fast, but I stuck my foot in it. I pushed my way out and then he tried to grab me but I was too fast for him. I ran out the front door and started yelling for help. I looked and saw the man I asked originally if he had seen anything. He was walking towards me but he was no longer smiling. That’s when I looked at his face and it was and ex-boyfriend of mine. He was in cahoots with this store owner!

I started to run in the opposite direction and ran right into a cop, but when I looked up into his face he was the psycho cop I used to date. I was cornered. I looked across the street and stared at the hotel sign again, this time instead of saying ‘Mosser’ it said ‘Mosey’. I ran across the street and almost got hit by 2 cars but made it. When I went into the hotel it had a western theme, I went to the front desk and said they needed to call the police, something bad happened.

When the police arrived they arrested the ex-boyfriend and cop. When they asked me what happened I told them the story and they asked me to show them, we walked back to the store. The clerk was gone but the door was wide open. When we finally got the door open to the second level there was this awful stink coming from it. We climbed in and went down to the bottom. SF#1 was tied to a table, she was obviously dead.

They opened the two freezers and found multiple heads but no bodies. Then we figured out were the stink was coming from, because I tripped on something in the dirt floor. It was a hand coming up from the dirt.

I started sobbing and the police took me upstairs. They needed to question me some more and asked me to wait there. I looked behind the counter and saw all of the contents of her purse thrown on a shelf and a Polaroid picture of her tied to the table crying.

I woke up after that, but for some strange reason I woke up in a good mood.

VBP.

P.S. I’m super excited about Satan’s new puppy!