I suppose I’d prefer to forget about this one, but:
So I finish work at a computer-which is now in the basement of a school-and go upstairs, where they house the newly renovated Pick n’ Save (grocery store). I get a few groceries, including eight whole wheat buns (the only ones from the dream I remember). I eat one of them in the store because I’m hungry. The checkout is not like a usual checkout, but a long plywood table where people form lines. My cashier is this really annoying woman with tightly cropped curly red hair and a black turtleneck shirt. She takes forever to check me out, talking about everything and double-checking everything on my receipt with a highlighter. Meanwhile, the cashier next to her is a (fat?) college guy with an unusually old-sounding voice. His girlfriend comes in to get help with his homework. When I look back I see that my cashier lady has been making little hors d’ouevres sandwiches with my groceries! I felt (a) grateful that she was making me sandwiches and (b) repulsed that she was getting into my groceries. Finally, my cashier asks about the missing roll. I felt (a) really stupid that I got rolls in the first place because (in real life) I just got a bunch of freshly baked rolls already and (b) defiant, because I was buying all the rolls anyway. The cashier came around the table and admonished me not to eat food in the grocery store like everyone else. She refered me to a Web site, neafearsthis.com, about people who steal groceries. I infered from the dream that the NEA was some sort of national grocery board.
What a boring dream, eh?
