I had several dreams that I remembered last night, but now I can only remember part of the end of my last dream because of something interesting that happened in this dream.
The end of this dream from last night took place during a nice day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and something interesting happened before this part of the dream but I can not remember what happened.
I remember being outside near a fictional street on the left side of the MZ Baptist Church, and my parent’s were there too.
My memory is too unclear but I assume that there were some rows of maybe shelves that we were walking through, and maybe the shelves contained objects from the past that belonged to us and I had past memories attached with some or most of the objects that we were either looking at and / or getting and / or adding more items to the shelves; and so maybe this was a bit like walking around my mind represented in a physical form as the shelves with the objects on the shelves being separate memories from my past, but unfortunately my memory of this is too destroyed to remember what happened during this part of the dream exactly so this is just my guess about what happened during this part of the dream.
After whatever happened there I remember walking away and then driving on the street that The E House is on, and then I noticed a road that crossed it that I had never seen before.
Across this road was another road that was a road that is across the city, Taco Bell was on the right side of this road, and this confused and amazed me because this meant that this road somehow magically was a shortcut that could get me across the city in seconds or a minute so now Taco Bell and some other places were in walking distance.
Instead of trying to make sense of this I told myself that I would not question this because I was just happy that I now had a shortcut that could easily get me across the city so now I could go get food et cetera more often, and so I sabotaged my own chance to question this and realize that I was dreaming.
I decided to make a left turn on this fictional road to explore what was along that part of the road, and it felt like a road that is on the outskirts of the city near the countryside.
There were a variety of fictional small businesses and small shopping centers and gas station-like places that I have never seen before on both sides of the road, I was amazed and I tried to glance at the signs to see what kind of stores there were and there names, and I wanted to explore some of them one day.
After passing the shopping areas I started to reach an even more countryside-like area with maybe a few houses and fields and maybe farm-like land and forests behind them, but at the beginning of this area I saw a small one-story shop that was raised off the ground in a field further from the right side of the road so I drove to it.
I parked and I walked inside of the shop, inside it looked like a nice little boutique / gift shop / book store / school supply store-like shop, and there was a very young little girl with light-color skin with long yellow hair wearing a nice maybe spring / summer-like dress working in the store alone like the adult(s) had briefly left her in charge until they get back or something like that.
The little girl greeted me and I probably asked her what kind of store was this and / or what they sold, I can not remember if she said what kind of store it was or what the name of it was but I think that I considered it to be a dream shop (at least partly because they sold some things that involved dreams like supplies and materials related to dreams and recording your dreams et cetera), and the little girl showed me some of the things that they sold and services that they offer.
One of the reasons that I can not remember most of the details about this shop is because what she told me next, the little girl told me that they also buy dreams, and when I heard this everything else was no longer important and I wanted to know more about this so the other details about this store faded away as I focused on learning about what she had just said.
I laughed and I smiled and I said: “What? Huh? What do you mean that you buy dreams?”.
The little girl explained: that they pay between maybe $1 – maybe $10 per dream (I think that she offered me $10 per dream, but I can not remember), that they have a form or paper that you fill out and you write your dream on, and when you finish filling out the form they pay you for the dream.
I then asked the girl: “Does that mean that you then own the dreams that are sold to you?”, and she replied: “Yes.”.
I asked the girl: “Can we still share those dreams publicly online on a blog et cetera as long as we are not making a profit from it?”.
The girl replied: “Yes, as long as you are not making any profit from the blog et cetera / dreams, because you no longer are allowed to make profit from those dreams once you sell them.”.
I replied: “Okay, that makes sense because once sold it is like you now own the copyright (rights) or whatever for those dreams.”.
I asked to see the form or whatever so the girl gave me one, there were spaces to fill out your name and other information to legalize the sale I assume, and there was a small space to type your dream that did not look large enough to type my average dream.
I still did not realize that I was still dreaming and I started to think about the other dreams that I remembered during the night, I remembered about three dreams, and so I tried to make sense of which dream fragments went with which dream and I tried to organize the dreams in my mind.
While doing this I also tried to decide which dream was the shortest because the form had limited space, I probably asked the girl if I could type a dream on another piece of paper if I needed more space, and the girl probably said yes but I can not remember.
I also tried to decide which dream was the least important just in case I decide to one day monetize my dreams on my blog so that I will not miss having that dream because it was not important, because if I sold that dream I will then not be able to make money from it in the future.
I mostly had decided that I would probably try selling one of my dreams to this shop out of curiosity and as an experiment, I had not decided completely yet though, and I was still trying to go over my dreams in my mind and pick which one to sell and then write it on the form.
While I was doing this my coworker Mrs. M from The BP Library walked into the shop, she worked here and she had left the little girl in charge briefly while she was gone, and so I assumed that the little girl was her granddaughter and that Mrs. M’s daughter probably also worked at this shop during the hours that Mrs. M is working at The BP Library where we both work.
We greeted each other and I explained that I was probably going to sell one of my dreams to them, and that I was still trying to fill out the form and decide which dream to sell.
Mrs. M probably explained where she had been and she thanked the little girl for running the shop while she was gone, and I probably told her how well the little girl did and how helpful she was to me so far.
I was very impressed that a girl this young was able to do all this (I was amazed that she could even talk in sentences because she looked so young :D), but I still felt that she should not have been left alone to run the store even if it was only briefly and I did not think that was even legal to do that because she was super young and I thought that there were child labor laws against that and laws against leaving children that young alone like that.
But I woke up as I was still trying to organize those dreams in my mind, and when I woke up I started immediately trying to remember and organize this dream in my mind which then caused me to forget all the other dreams that I had remembered and it caused me to forget most of this dream because I was so focused on trying to remember the end of this dream; oops. 😀
4 replies on “A Dream Shop That Buys Dreams”
I feel like you were so close to lucidity with this dream. It’s like the dream/your subconscious was trying to give you clues by mentioning dreams and getting you to think about dreaming. You thinking that the new road was strange, but disregarding the strange feeling – another sign. Also, the fact you were thinking about child labor laws in relation to this little girl makes me think there was an extra added level of consciousness in your dream. Dreams like this make me both excited and frustrated. It is a dream close to lucidity, yet a missed opportunity. Last night I had a crazy dream I woke up abruptly from because of the shock factor and my immediate thought was, “No! I was just about to realize it was a dream!”
Thanks for sharing
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Hello Lost Truth,
I agree with what you said there, I also think that I was close to realizing that this was a dream, which is exciting and frustrating like you said. 😀
You too, interesting, it seems that one of us might be having a lucid dream soon. 😉
I think that another Inception inspired thing that I should add to my reality checks is: asking myself how did I get here, which will hopefully get me thinking about this until I realize that I am dreaming and / or get me to try some more reality checks.
You are welcome, and thank you for commenting.
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I keep coming back to this dream of yours in my mind. When I read this the first time, a memory came to me. That memory has not left me and I can’t figure out what it’s from. My guess is a movie, but I don’t know. I can see the scene. There’s a street, in a down town like area, olden days type setting, sometime between the 20s and 50s. There’s an old antique like shop on the street. The door to the shop is open. There’s an older boy who works at the shop and also a grandpa type man, but he is not in this scene. There’s a younger boy, a customer of sorts, hes about 10 or so. He is selling his dreams to this shop. (I think) he writes them down and hands over the papers that are on a clip board. In this scene, when the boy has stopped by to sell his dreams the older boy finds out that he has been making the dreams up. They are not real dreams. The older boy is mad and chases the younger one away. That’s all I remember. I have no idea what it’s from. It seems like a movie and I could be confused about the dream part. Maybe it was just stories he was selling and making up, but my memory says dreams. I don’t know. I tried googling it, to no avail. Does this sound like anything familiar at all to you? It’s been plaguing my mind.
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Thank you for sharing that Lost Truth.
I tried to visualize this as I read your comment, I could almost see it and it somewhat seemed familiar, but I also can not think of what that might be from unfortunately. 😦
Now I want to know as well. 😀
Thank you for commenting,
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