RockAss.net; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Sunday, November 07, 2010

The Book Store

Last night:
Looking for a book, a Christmas or birthday present for someone. I call a bookstore and they have something that sounds like it'll fill the bill, some kind of history book. I show up and it's a big, clean, well lit and well organized book store. I find the owner. The book they're recommending to me is on the counter. It seems perfect. While wandering around I find the basement level but it's not a store. it's like a locker room. Shower tile on the floor and walls and lots of naked or half naked people wandering around, some forming circles all seeming like they're up to some important business. The owner is the most confident, charismatic guy. He seems very smart and I'm wondering just what is going on.
The book is used and he's crossed out the name on several previous inscriptions and written my name in, leaving the rest of the inscription in tact so I'm greeted and wished well by people I've never met referring to incidence I don't know anything about. The book it turns out is by the owner of the book store and isn't about the history it claims to be about it's all about his personal life retold by what was happing in his life when he learned of various historical events for the first time.
I go back to the store and the basement level now is full of hospital beds and cubical walls and each bed has someone tied up on it, apparently voluntarily. Most are naked and tied in a way that would all easy access for having sex with the person. I look for the owner but I wake up after spotting a beautiful woman with a belt holding her thighs up against her belly.