Dream

I'm at the back of our scooter shop but the ceilings are taller and the space is wider and the walls don't seem quite the right color, characteristic of the way dreaming distorts reality. I see racks of clothes and accessories layered lightly with dust. I'm looking around. The store has more stuff in it than I remember. As I walk past the rows of goods, I see notebooks, crayons and art supplies, scissors, socks, shoes, and boxes of other useful things. The shop looks more like a grocery store rather than a scooter shop, I muse.

Noticing the dust, I have a cloth in my hand and I start cleaning. I'm there to work. As I make my way closer to the front of the store, the shelves are full of groceries and there are other workers there stocking shelves. I take a price gun and start pricing items, wiping off the dust, and placing them back on the shelves.

I make it to the front of the store and notice freshly baked muffins and cinnamon rolls. They are big and delicious and there are free samples for customers. People are coming into the store and are taking the samples so fast and ravenously so I cut up another muffin for them. Suddenly I'm acutely aware of all the good food in the store and my own hunger and need. I turn to the front desk by the entrance where I see David sitting.

I say to him "When we were starving, why didn't you bring us here so we could eat? All this time we have been starving and you had all this food here."

He says to me "You didn't ask. You never wanted to come."

I say "No. I didn't know."