The last two days in a row I have had the song On Dirait Que C’est Normal by Jeanne Cherhal on my mind briefly in the morning, and so maybe it was in one of my dreams last night and the night before:
I had this dream when I briefly fell asleep on top of my bed, then I woke up and I got up a bit longer, and then I went back to sleep.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was at The BP Library working at my IT Assistant job helping someone with a problem at a computer.
I remember someone mentioning something about logging in and logging out so maybe that was part of their problem, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was working at a fictional version of The BP Library that looked more like the old PL Grocery Store, it was like a combination of the library and a store, and at the front main room of the building was a big white screen where a movie or something was being projected on and watched.
I remember being in the back areas that were store-like, it was the areas before you get to what would normally be the back employee/warehouse areas, I was working but I am not sure what I was doing.
My female coworker JB and my coworker Mr. CF (who was the security guard as usual) walked back in the same area to work and talk, and we all talked together as we worked.
At some point JB disappeared before I could talk to her about something or before I could get a chance to really talk much, I really wanted to talk to her so I walked to the front to see if I could find her but I did not find her, and so I felt disappointed that I did not get to talk to her more.
I then decided to take a break, I forgot to clock out, and I left the building to drive somewhere during the day.
During this time I was still disappointed about not getting the chance to talk to JB, I remember driving past a parking lot that was probably similar to The BB Grocery Store parking lot when I realized that I forgot to clock out, and so I probably started to drive back to work.
But I woke up, and the disappointing feeling about not getting to talk to JB still lingered.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was driving my automobile during the day through a parking lot by a small park-like area, I noticed two connected small food stands/buildings, and so I parked and I went to them hoping to buy one or more desserts.
The business on the left side seemed to be owned by Andrew Yang and maybe his wife and his mother so he was there, and the business on the right side seemed to be owned by an old couple (husband and wife) who seemed to be from somewhere in Asia (Asian).
I went to Mr. Yang’s business first to ask what desserts did they have, his mother showed me a plate of some meat-looking stuff so I asked if they had any other desserts, and she showed me a plate of salad-looking stuff; and I asked them to combine them, and then I bought them.
I then went to the business on the right side, I asked them the same question but they dodged the question, I asked if they had any food but they hesitated, and then they handed me a sample of a drink.
The drink tasted a bit like maybe a tea with maybe a slight minty/citrus vegetable taste that tasted slightly fermented, it was strange, and I asked them what it was.
Once again they hesitated, I asked them how much was it and what did it come in, and then they somewhat nervously handed me a black trash bag that had liquid in it with two ears of corn; and it seemed that the drink that they gave me a sample of was some poorly made prison-like hooch drink.
They did not seem to be able to talk much, they wanted me to buy this but there was no way that I was buying it, and so I politely declined and gave it back to them while thanking them for the free sample.
A man with light-color skin with brown hair was behind me waiting in line, they asked about what that bag was and what it tasted like, and I told them.
The man then started to say negative things about it, about this business, how he would not shop here, and he started to make fun of them loudly so that other people could hear.
The two business owners looked sad and broken and defeated, this was the only product that they had, and then they shapeshifted into their real forms which were not human or they somehow had the power to trick our brains into seeing them a certain way which possibly wore off.
They were two creatures that were possibly somewhat pig-like, maybe not at first and maybe at first they looked like some small tan humanoid goblin-like creatures or something, but later they were more pig-like and walked on all-fours.
I started to walk away back to my automobile, but the two creatures started following me sadly in their maybe pig-like forms walking on all-fours.
I did not want them to know which automobile was mine and I did not want them following me, I tried to avoid them but they kept following me, and I even tried to talk to them but they kept following me.
They looked broken and like they were giving up on life and their business, the female creature even stopped and laid on the road, and she got ran over and killed by an automobile.
The male creature was even more sad and he went over near her body to lay down to die too, and I tried to talk him out of it but he had given up and wanted to die.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream before I woke up.