this dream definately had a shopper's drug mart theme to it....probably to really haunt me...cuz i used to work there.(and my mom still does)

my brother kevin was in it. we were downtown somewhere but it wasn't too familiar. either we got off a bus with a whole bunch of people or we happened to park the car we were driving and met up with 20 or 30 people who happened to be hanging out...so we started walking, and i recognized a girl who (still) works at shoppers, as one of the many people we were "walking" with. i asked kev where we were going, and he mentioned to go drink at some pub. it was a twenty minute walk, which made me wonder why the hell didn't we drive there? dreams...anyway, we crossed the street and kev was talking loudly to anyone within earshot, craking jokes or whatever and giving out quarters or loonies to people who were still around. it didn't seem like they were filtering out. it's like we were all going to the same place...i think he even gave me some money. we then passed this row of older buildings that happened to have a shoppers in it. it was small and old and had a very peculiar window display that looked like it was from the 70's or 80's. one moment it was closed the next some woman was tapping on the glass and the pharmacist opened the door and let her(and us) in. while the woman was waiting for her perscription, we looked around in this "old" store. anyone who knows shoppers, knows that the smaller stores went out of style 5 years ago. it reminded me of gibsons drugs on main st.(downtown hamtown) so kevin bought some things - the only one i remember was the shampoo i was holding for him. i was also playing with the cap of the bottle. i was bored ok? then more people came into the store so i wasn't sure if it was open or closed or what. another employee turned up out of the blue, to help the growing mob. so we waited and were hanging around for a fairly long time, when i decided to wander around this store...from a distance a saw a magazine rack. it was small but extremely tall and filled to capacity with magazines. i started scanning them when something caught my eye. it was a national geographic with michael jackson on the front. believe me i don't dream about michael jackson every night. must be a sign. he was actually on quite a few covers, why i have no idea. so while at the magazine rack i noticed a set of stairs that i hadn't noticed before. they went down. so i went down the stairs. it looked like a used bookstore down there. shelves crammed to the top with books and whatever else. at the bottom there was this desk(or cash register) and there were three people sitting there. a woman and two men. they looked like they should be working there. bohemian bookworm types. i had to get two of them to move so i could get into this "store" they seemed pleasnat about it. i was the only person there. it was kind of eerie. i wandered through the ailses and noticed another half flight of stairs with a curtain across it. they went down as well. i don't know what compelled me to go down but i did. i shouldn't have. it looked like someones creepy old basement. ther was hardly anylight except from a window of in the distance. the floors were painted black and there was junk everywhere. boxes and other junk lying on the floor. then i saw the head. it wasn't real but one of those ones made out of styrafoam, still very creepy. i wanted to get out of there after that. (they've always creeped me out) as i left i busted the metal handrail that was against the wall. i was going to say something but i just left it on the floor...i think i was far away from everyone for them to notice. i walked around to another set of half steps in the middle of this open part of the basement for some reason. i had the broken rail in my hand again, after i thought i dropped it. there was a woman at the top of the stairs. i might have said something to her and that's when she flew of the stairs toward me and pushed me down. she also said something to the effect about me being her slave. close up she had a scary pasty white face. it scared the shit out of me. (thought not literally) i forced myself to wake up. i looked at the clock : it said 7:24. it was freaky.

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