Friday, November 2, 2012

Don't trust strangers.

In this dream, there were pumpkins involved.  But other than a vague recollection of three pumpkins stacked on top of each other, I don't know what they were doing there.

The latter bit of the dream is easier to remember.  I was visiting France (I'm pretty sure), and had purchased this giant glass hurricane candle holder that had an iron base.  So it was like 7-8 ft tall, about 18" in diameter.  I was carrying it over my shoulder and was in a crowded place.  Kind of felt like it was a plaza outside of a train station.  So anyway, I got off the train (or at least was coming from that side of the plaza), and there were tons and tons of people around.  I got to the far side, where there were stairs, and someone knocked into me and I almost fell, and some guy on the stairs noticed and grabbed my hurricane from me so I wouldn't fall.  For some reason, I was like stuck on the top step, and the guy's kid was like, ooh, what's this? two steps below me.  So then the kid tipped the hurricane over so he could look down the top (it was wrapped in paper to help try and protect it).  Then he started blowing in it, and because this is a dream, it expanded and popped, shattering at the bottom and working up to the top (where the kid was still blowing into it).  Glass was flying everywhere, and I was understandably pissed.  This was a super old thing related to some extinct culture that was found at an archaeology dig! Who did this kid think he was!  An asshole.  That's what.  So then I was all, you owe me so many monies, and the dad was all, no we don't.  And meanwhile, people all around had glass shards in them.

That's about all I remember, but I think the police got involved at that point.

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