So, yeah, cigarettes? It was an odd snippet of a dream and I only wrote it down because I am out of practice of writing them down (they all seem so blah while I have been stuck inside for so long) and because it was so odd.
So, in this one, I was at my parents house and my dad came in and I asked him if he needed anything at the store. He said Doral cigarettes, menthol, the kind with the green stripe.
First I was annoyed that he needed anything as I really didn't want to go to the store for anything and then WTF? No one in my family smokes. I asked him if he had enough and he didn't so I went to the store.
My brother and I are now at the checkout counter and I ask if I can get them there or if I have to go to the "cigarette desk?" They say I have to go there and I am annoyed again because the only thing I really came to get were the dang cigarettes. I honestly have no idea if there was anything else in my cart as I don't recall shopping at all. So, I send my brother to get the smokes and I pay the clerk with a check, only it was written on the back of an old ratty business sized envelope with tears in it so I had to tape bits of it together.
Then I woke up. I had another dream after about making out with Rob Lowe which was much more satisfying but a noise woke me up and I couldn't finish it LOLOL
It's memorial day. Just thought I'd add that in there. I am trying to get back into the blog habit to keep track of days and life and hours before they all fly by.
Not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and delicious