Bill Rowe
Last night I had a dream that I was in a supermarket. The front of the supermarket had a huge display of watermelon. The melons also were huge and very enticing. I left the supermarket to go outside and decided I wanted some of the luscious-looking watermelon. When I walked back in the supermarket, it was cleaned out and there were a few workers in the store mopping the floor. Even the shelves were gone.
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Deborah Horton - 1/09/08
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Last night I had a dream that I was in a supermarket. The front of the supermarket had a huge display of watermelon. The melons also were huge and very enticing. I left the supermarket to go outside and decided I wanted some of the luscious-looking watermelon. When I walked back in the supermarket, it was cleaned out and there were a few workers in the store mopping the floor. Even the shelves were gone.
Deborah Horton - 1/09/08
I was visiting with my friend at the bank branch nearest me, but the branch layout was sort of a combination of the Hwy. 9 & Reidville Rd. branches (SYMBOLIC OF ALL BANKS IN GENERAL). Don't know what we were discussing, just chit chatting, la la la. (EVERYTHING GOING AS USUAL DAY-TO-DAY.)
Then the scene changed and all the bank personnel, including my friend, were gone. I knew that they were in the back rooms (HIDING IN SHAME AND FEAR; ALSO REPRESENTS SECRET BACK ROOM DEALS GONE BAD), though I remained where I had been, behind a low railing that separated (NEED TO BE SEPARATED FROM THE BANKING SYSTEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE) the regular area of the bank from the teller windows, etc. Suddenly, lots of customers started coming in until there was standing room only (BANK RUNS) .
The people milled about and I remember that one of the men was carrying an extension ladder (LOTS OF MEANINGS HERE: FOR AN EXTENDED TIME, OR EVEN AN EXTENSION LADDER WON'T BE ENOUGH TO GET OUT OF THE PIT THAT'S BEEN DUG FINANCIALLY). The people were definitely all working class; some of them had painters' coveralls, etc., indicating their jobs. They kept milling about, trying to find someone to help them (how or with what I didn't know) until slowly, one by one, they left with their shoulders drooping. Still no bank personnel came out. (THE BANKING SYSTEM WILL BE PERMANENTLY BROKEN.)
At this point I realized that I was sitting on the floor (ROCK BOTTOM), completely naked. (THE BANKS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO COVER THE BASIC NEEDS OF ITS CONSTITUENTS.) A lone customer came wandering in, a man, in a suit, I think. He looked around but there were still no employees to help him. When he seemed to notice me and my struggles to get dressed, I was embarrassed but also felt sorry for him. Before he could say anything, I spoke up and said, "Well, here you come into a bank looking for help and all you see is a poor woman trying to get dressed." (GOVERNMENT'S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO COVER UP THIS MESS.) Then I woke up.
(The time previous to this that I dreamed about the bank, it was just a giant kitty litter box back behind the tellers' windows.)
Then the scene changed and all the bank personnel, including my friend, were gone. I knew that they were in the back rooms (HIDING IN SHAME AND FEAR; ALSO REPRESENTS SECRET BACK ROOM DEALS GONE BAD), though I remained where I had been, behind a low railing that separated (NEED TO BE SEPARATED FROM THE BANKING SYSTEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE) the regular area of the bank from the teller windows, etc. Suddenly, lots of customers started coming in until there was standing room only (BANK RUNS) .
The people milled about and I remember that one of the men was carrying an extension ladder (LOTS OF MEANINGS HERE: FOR AN EXTENDED TIME, OR EVEN AN EXTENSION LADDER WON'T BE ENOUGH TO GET OUT OF THE PIT THAT'S BEEN DUG FINANCIALLY). The people were definitely all working class; some of them had painters' coveralls, etc., indicating their jobs. They kept milling about, trying to find someone to help them (how or with what I didn't know) until slowly, one by one, they left with their shoulders drooping. Still no bank personnel came out. (THE BANKING SYSTEM WILL BE PERMANENTLY BROKEN.)
At this point I realized that I was sitting on the floor (ROCK BOTTOM), completely naked. (THE BANKS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO COVER THE BASIC NEEDS OF ITS CONSTITUENTS.) A lone customer came wandering in, a man, in a suit, I think. He looked around but there were still no employees to help him. When he seemed to notice me and my struggles to get dressed, I was embarrassed but also felt sorry for him. Before he could say anything, I spoke up and said, "Well, here you come into a bank looking for help and all you see is a poor woman trying to get dressed." (GOVERNMENT'S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO COVER UP THIS MESS.) Then I woke up.
(The time previous to this that I dreamed about the bank, it was just a giant kitty litter box back behind the tellers' windows.)
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