(Entered in paper journal at 7:40 AM at Red Horse cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a grocery store. I was near the back of the grocery store, which was dim, as if only a few of the lights were on somewhere near the front of the store. The grocery store was large, but it had a little bit of a run-down small store feel, like an old bodega or deli in Brooklyn.
Something had happened in the world so that food was now running out. The food supply in the world might eventually be replenished, but there was definitely going to be a period of time where the only food we had would be the food that was left.
I was hopping along the tops of the shelves, from aisle to aisle. The shelves were all half-empty and filled largely with bags of dry goods, like cereal. I realized that a lot of the good food in the world had already been taken, and that all that was left was this second-rate food that nobody wanted and which wasn't really nutritious.
I was running around on the top shelves at the back of the store. A man and a woman, a couple, either Hispanic or black, now walked around near the shelves I was on. They were talking back and forth, probably about the food they'd buy. I didn't want them to see me. I was afraid that once they noticed me they'd start acting really annoying.
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