Dream: Went to an auto parts store to buy milk. (!) At first counter, a rude bitch shoved me out her way and demanded to be checked out first. Okay. Whatever. Clerk calls me over to service counter to be checked out.
Before I get there, the rude bitch had gathered her purchases and raced me to that counter. She demands to be checked out before me. Manager is pissed, starts stalling her while clerk takes me to front cashier.
Now at front checkout, I hadn’t even lifted the gallon of milk to the counter when the rude bitch forces me aside again. She looks back at me in smug triumph and I recognize her.
My mother.
“Fuck this shit! You want this milk, Mom? Get it your damn self. I run your errands no more!” I threw the milk against the wall of chrome hub caps on display. (Auto parts store, remember?) The milk explodes and ruins nearby boxes.
Manager tells my mother because she intentionally angered me to the point of outburst with her actions, she will have to pay for the damages. She starts to contest but the manager adds the cost to her purchases anyway.
A second manager escorts me out the store but not to kick me out, he wants me to calm down before leaving. “You’re justified to be angry, just don’t take it out on anyone else.” He’s right. I calm down. He gives me a voucher for a gallon of milk at a nearby grocery store. I apologize about the mess. He blows it off. “You could have done much worse. I think you managed to restrain yourself well.”
I ask about Mom. “She will be paying for her actions very soon. You worry about you, her tab is not yours to pay.” As I start to leave I realize where I’m at. “Now, why did I dream this in an auto parts store?”
The manager smiles. “That’s the part you have to figure out, Keri. Don’t disregard it. It’s very important.” The doors close. I wake up.
The best part about this? Guess what I was smelling when I woke up? Wet granite. The signature scent of the Svartalf. Da fuq? ~sigh~