Airplanes & B.S. (As in Britney Spears)

One of last night's nightmares found me making some CD purchase at the old record store (where I worked five years ago). After paying, as I headed towards my car, I saw Britney Spears heading towards the store. As if I cared about this singer, I walked back into the shop and saw a line of about twenty people awaiting an autograph from this wonderful artist.


I decided to get an autograph myself, cause I knew that my best friend woulda been angry at me if I had not obtained such an important piece of pop culture for him or myself. As I waited in line, a lot of people were asking me questions about products in the store. Suddenly I found myself working at that place, again. Now, on top of B.S. making a cameo in my dreams, the idea of working in that environment —even for just one day— turned this dream into a full-blown nightmare. When I finally got to Britney, she looked old and started talking about something that she had won (plane tickets or same rubbish). We were engaged in conversation when I heard my name being called out, requesting that I picked up one of the phone lines.


I grabbed the phone and it was this guy from a magazine in New York that used to call me every week to get a report on the "hot and happening" artists in Miami. Out of the blue this dream was becoming a bit more real and annoying than they usually are. I asked myself, "why am I getting all these questions? I don't work here anymore!" Then, I looked at myself and I was wearing that tacky vest that they gave us as a uniform. Gasp!


I headed towards the back office (it looked exactly as it did back then, in real life). My locker had some of the stickers that I had put on it, but some chick had taken over it. My office space was now occupied by some new assistant manager. Most of the employees were new. I saw two of my old co-workers and talked to them about Ministry or something industrial. And then I realised that it was all a big mistake. I no longer belonged in that place. I had been sucked into it by mistake.


As I ran towards the door, one of the new employees gave me his condolences about my brother. I do not have a brother, but I asked him what he meant. He said that he had overheard about my brother and his wife losing a baby. I'm not sure of what I replied but, as we spoke, the store turned into some ugly airport and I just hopped into some airplane (!!). The plane was going to Bolivia or some country in South America, but in ten minutes we were somewhere else. We made several stops in places that looked more European than Latin American, but I am not sure of where we were. Plus, it seemed as if we were having technical difficulties and I was stressing over that. I am not afraid of airplanes at all, but in this dream I felt a tiny bit of fear. We landed. I woke up...