Dream Diary 1
DREAM DIARY As my eyes closed, reluctant to admit to the surrounding darkness, they melted into the crevices of my mind, resting assured in the comfort of imagination- simmering in the pleasure of infinite possibility. I opened my eyes to the view of a dank street-side liquor store. The electric sign perched atop the building was flickering with a pitiful, pale white. This place was a wasteland. People walked passed me as if they were fugitives, and doors remained lock and key. I approached this liquor store with some feeling of purpose. As I walked in, the first thing that came to sight were the half-naked shelves of products. It gave off a scene of a ransacked rat hole, used for protection against some zombie invasion. The people’s faces were dark and shadowy, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable. Nobody spoke, instead they just purchased what they wanted, and left in a most robotic fashion. The cashier had a reflective red vest to represent his authority as a delinquent ...