Day Dream 5/27/2014

My car had been stolen,
right after I bought a full cart of groceries. And things I would never buy either, like various butchered meats that need to be quickly refrigerated.

I recognized the layout of the parking lot. I had been to this Publix in a previous dream, maybe only a couple of weeks ago. I had fled here after I was being searched for robbing a nearby house. I was only looking for something that belonged to me, and passed through other houses to get away. I guess that’s still breaking and entering, though. They had the helicopters after me, too. So I went to hide in the Publix.

This store is in a shitty neighborhood, it sits right on the tracks. But I’m surprised they chose to steal my car. It’s hard enough to start, and doesn’t look like a promising sell or anything. They probably needed to get away quick. I even parked close to the front, somebody should have noticed strange behavior.

One of the produce stockers came out to assist me with my heavy cart, but then helped me look for my car. He definitely had a crush on me, employees from produce don’t assist customers with their carts. He was tall, maybe 6’2” or 3”, and broad, not exactly buff; mixed, with light brown skin and a buzz cut of dark hair; large hands. I don’t know that I liked him back, until he began to really help me. We ended up leaving my purchase near the lobby and really looking for the car. There was a “mechanic” right behind the store, on the other side of the tracks. Any street savvy person would know they also chopped up cars, or they would know who was chopping yours.

The guy (I never got his name) who owned the place chuckled a bit, sure that I’d never recover it, and smug that we might be foolish enough to think that he would be foolish enough to chop a car stolen from right next door. So we left, but the produce boy had other ideas of where to look. The Publix management was deeply apologetic though also a little amused, it seemed. They offered me more produce, a lengthy aloe vera leaf, and a few other roots and leaves I was not familiar with, to show their condolences. But how was I going to get it all home? And no one called the cops. I kept wondering why no one bothered to call the cops. I’m sure they didn’t mind that their employee probably wasn’t going to continue his shift. Somehow they’d rather have him help me. We began walking down the street, and I woke up.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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