My family went to the mall, but we all went separately. We met up on the first floor and roamed noncommittally. Then I said that I wanted to go upstairs to the bookstore. After being unable to find what I wanted there, I told my brother that I wanted him to hang around until I was certain my vehicle would start. The mall was based on a combination of the two level mall near the base I was stationed at and the Minneapolis airport.
Then my family and I were on a boat, trying to get home from our hometown mall, a trip of thirty minutes in real life, by taking a boat through a river down the middle of Los Angeles, which is nowhere near where I live and has no river surrounded by lush jungle. The streets resembled the Erector Set construction of carnival rides, and gangbangers made fun of us as they raced along them in stunted pickup trucks and shot us with small caliber automatic weapons. After I was hit badly, my mother took one bullet out of my arm and said it was good enough, though I’d been hit at least a dozen times. While we were stalled, a girl jumped off the boat into the water, which at this point in the river looked like a commercial swimming pool with tall, green, algae covered walls. She came back aboard and sat next to me, saying she was sorry I hadn’t been able to find the book I wanted. We stopped again, and the girl was in front of me shoving a photograph into my face. I took it and moved it back so I could see it. I did not recognize the woman in the photo, but knew the girl was in league with the gang boss who had stopped our boat. I told the boss directly that I didn’t know her. We continued. Later, a man and a woman came aboard. They were like QVC hosts distributing coupon books that small towns give out to new arrivals. They kept threatening to shoot people as they explained that this whole trip had been a scam. Someone else killed the woman with a rotary cannon on the boat’s roof, and I strangled the man after he tried to shoot me.
Then I was in a Mexican restaurant making fun of the man and the woman. Actress Summer Glau was there. In the dream, she was someone I was close to, not necessarily a romantic partner, (and not actress Summer Glau, either,) but she was not a real person. (Glau played a terminator on the Sarah Connor Chronicles and she was something similarly non-human in the dream.) I woke as the ancient mariner did on the morrow morn, a sadder and wiser man.
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