From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Most of last night— nada— at least, nothing I could remember.   
      
   Ginger (my dog) got me up at 1:30 AM, and possibly 5:30 or 6:30 AM (sun was   
   up, but I went back to bed.)  I have the impression I went back to sleep   
   *twice* following her 1:30 romp, but one of the time slots itself may have   
   evaporated!  All I know is, I    
   was feeling VERY sleepy, and rather than "get up and get to work," I went back   
   to sleep, with the feeling that there may be a dream (or two?) awaiting.   
      
   Sure enough, I had a suite of at least 3 of them, all either of the same   
   theme, or at least seamless between them all, and they all occurred shortly   
   before 9:30-ish AM.   
      
   The Job?:   
   The dreamer was walking along the aisles of a store, VERY much like a Wal*Mart   
   during the graveyard (overnight) shift.   
      
   The mind narrating the scene was saying (using my voice) how much the night   
   shift was preferred, as it was so *quiet* compared to day shift, as the   
   dreamer was walking along a right-to-left, slightly "down the aisle" type   
   direction, look up toward the    
   tops of the aisle shelves to the right.   
      
   The very next moment, it's like the same aisle, the same location, only the   
   sound of a baby crying was heard, as if the shift had changed, and there were   
   people in the store.  The baby sounded infant-level, as if crying for either a   
   bottle or a diaper    
   change or a nap.   
      
   The dreamer came out of the aisle into an open area of the store, as if the   
   middle jewelry or possibly the clothing section had been removed. If you've   
   ever been in a Wal*Mart store, the description fits about the average size of   
   the (rather large) open    
   area.  What made it curious is there were no boxes on palettes, no rows of   
   shelves, nothing but a light, brown ambiance to the area (possibly the floor   
   and walls.  There *may* have been tables in the room, like the way a church   
   gathering hall sets up    
   tables for a pot-luck, but that was more of a "feeling" than an observation.   
      
   PERSONAL DREAM NOTE OBSERVATION:  in a dream set in a "real life" area, things   
   that are *highly* temporal (that move and change a lot, such as inventory in   
   the clothing section of a Wal*Mart) disappear from the *less* temporal   
   structures (things that are    
   basically "set" / relatively immobile) such as the ceiling, walls, and floor   
   (the building itself.)   
      
   The dreamer found a co-worker, one who looked VERY much like David Talent   
   (most well-known for his 3 or 4 year stint as "Doctor Who" (imdb   
   com/title/tt0436992) more recently on a BBC miniseries, "Broadchurch,"   
   imdb.com/title/tt2249364 (which has at *   
   least* 3 former Doctor Who cast members in season 1!  David, plus Jodi   
   Whittaker (the *present-day,* first female Doctor Who) and Arthur Darvill, who   
   played "Rory" alongside "Amy Pond" during the Matt Smith stint as "the   
   Doctor."  Apparently, in season 2    
   of "Broadchurch," Eve Myles *also* of Dr. Who/Torchwood (as "Gwen Cooper")   
   makes an appearance in "Broadchurch."  But only a character resembling David   
   was in this particular dream segment.)   
      
   The dreamer had the feeling of / I believe said, "Where's all the   
   [inventory]?" or "Where're all the palettes?" (referring to the overnight   
   stock that has to be put up before the 8 AM shift begins) feeling as if the   
   dreamer had perhaps fallen asleep    
   overnight somehow, because there was no memory of any work having been done by   
   the dreamer (or anyone else for that matter— there was simply no stock in   
   the aisles or in the open area, anywhere to be seen.)   
      
   At some point in the dream, a type of laptop was being carried around by the   
   dreamer.  There were other laptops (maybe 2 others?) but the one being carried   
   by the dreamer had the most "focus," as it were:  the handle(s) was of a type   
   of hard-plastic,    
   brief-case type handle, but there was *also* a kind of rubber band-like outer   
   handle, as if, should the main handle break, there would be this rubber   
   band-like emergency handle to use to hold it with.  Seems horribly useless to   
   me, unless of course,    
   there was something like nitro inside the case, or if the contents of the   
   laptop's hard drive were totally irreplaceable and of utmost value.  Or maybe   
   "dropping things" in this particular dream culture was simply a major, social   
   taboo?   
      
   As the dreamer approaches the "David" character, there's an open laptop on a   
   desk, and the dreamer has a feeling as if an incomplete task is present,   
   asking David something like (not entirely verbatim, but very close): "Is that   
   being formatted / upgraded?   
     Was I helping you with that?  Did that get left unfinished?" (Sort of like   
   all 3 questions at once, or possibly as only two questions, but that was the   
   "feel" of them.)   
      
   David gave a type of facial indication that such was the case.  I honestly   
   can't remember if he "said" anything aloud, possibly a "yeah" or "yes" reply.    
   The dreamer replied with something along the lines of "I'll be sure to get   
   that finished for (or "   
   with") you," as if offering a reassurance.   
      
   However, the next moment was interrupted by a dark-haired female,   
   average/hefty size, neither slim nor obese, maybe in her 30s or 40s, (possibly   
   resembling the "Eve Myles" actress previously referenced?) who had a type of   
   H.R. air about her, announcing    
   that the next wave of dempanic virus coming around was "anthrax" (which   
   actually isn't a virus, but a serious infectious disease caused by   
   gram-positive, rod-shaped bacteria known as Bacillus anthracis.)  The dreamer   
   was thinking (possibly saying)    
   something along the lines of "I've had the inoculation" either a year or a few   
   years previously (with the idea that immunization should still be in effect.)   
      
   The next thing I recall is the dreamer sitting outside on a mild, well-lit   
   day, sitting or standing behind a young female (possibly early 20s?) with VERY   
   white hair.  Not gray (or "grey," if you're British) and not very blonde, but   
   WHITE.  The closest    
   thing I can match it to is an Andy Warhol wig.  The length and cut of the   
   female's hair was about the same as well, only on her, it was fetching / foxy   
   / attractive, whereas on Andy, it just looked "gauche" (horribly artificial in   
   some manner.)   
      
   The dreamer was (notably, at this point, male) standing behind her, seemingly   
   with his arms crossed in front of his chest, so as to present a type of   
   barrier between his front and her back, but standing together so as to share   
   warmth /body presence to    
   some degree.   
      
      
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