Journal Entry: Originally Written Sunday 05/10/2009
Upon waking on Saturday morning I remembered part of my dream.
I was standing in a long line at what appeared to be McDonald’s. There were 3 lines and all were crowded. No one was moving. Everyone was still. Then a man started to walk through. In the dream, he had the outward appearance of the rap artist Eminem. As he was moving through the crowd, an extremely minimal amount of people started moving. I was standing in the middle line. There was a line to my left and a line to my right. One lady that was in the line to my left went up to the cash register, left money on the register, and walked out peacefully. A lady that was standing in my line ahead of me stepped off to the left. She was standing in the aisle between the left line and the center line. The man that was moving through the crowd, all of a sudden, came through with a lawnmower. The lady that stepped out of line placed a red, medium-sized purse directly at her feet. The man was trying to cut it down with the lawnmower. She was trying to protect it. That’s all I remember at this time.
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