It started off with me walking into this outdoor mall setup (like Stony Point), I found myself in the back side shipment of a FedEx distribution center. My dream told me that I had been there before b/c I was very familiar with the construction. When I walked through the garage doors the place was in chaos (there was paper, peanuts, strapping, boxes...everywhere). Underneath a bundle of used strapping something caught my eye, so I walked over to it and brushed away the bundle and it revealed two canvased portraits of a couple Westies. (for those of you who don't know...I have two westies myself). In my dream I thought to myself "this must be old marketing materials, I wonder if I can take them since they are left here to be destroyed with all the other discarded shipping materials." So I stopped a kid and said, "Is there a manager around I can speak to." He took me to this room and knocked on the door...I had the canvas' in tow. When the door opened the two men inside (my mind told me they were gay...which I didn't quite grasp until later in the dream) did not seem to care that I or anyone else was there (typical shipment managers I thought in my dream...though in real life I completely know that in the jobs I have had where there is shipment involved, the managers are 100% on top of things). I cleared my throat a bit and with the intimidation in my voice I managed to mutter "Can I keep these? They were in the trash and I would like to have them." Thinking to myself again, "they are going to say yes, surely b/c they have been stepped on and damaged a bit, but I don't mind." The dreamy, Italian looking one asked me, "Do these canvas' give you life? Do you HAVE to have them? Do they tell a story to you?" In which my reply was, "I figured that if they were being stepped and trampled all over out back that nobody would mind me having them and giving them a home where they will be taken care of." The manager snatched them from my hands and said "If we wanted you to have them, do you think we would have trashed them?" With tears (for whatever reason) swelling up in my eyes, I turned to walk away. The other guy asked me, "Do you need help finding your way out?" In which my reply was, "No, I was smart enough to find my way in...if you ever need inside product knowledge at Banana Republic...you just lost it by being total assholes to me." It is apparent that I knew that would bother them, and it also made it apparent that I was some kind of high corporate power in Banana Republic. Strange...my dream ended with me walking away and the two men snickering in the background "oh no! I can't believe that just happened."
I woke up to my two dogs trying to go outside to bark at a feral cat that was screaming! <-this is weird b/c it has never happened before. My babies! Lady and Deco (with the snake).
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