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Toy Store
Nightmare I had today:
I was living in a shopping mall but everyone acted like this was normal
because there were other people living there too. My Aunt from FL and my
sister flew in from other states to visit me, and this disturbed me greatly
because I wondered, "I've had nothing to do with either one of them in years.
Why are they here?" I didn't want to spend much time chatting so I quickly
explained that someone was blocking me from suing CSA/GNRP and then I ended
the conversation. Both my Aunt and my sister eyeballed each other and
looked away.
At that moment, someone attacked me from behind (poked me in the back,
pulled my hair, etc.) but when I turned around no one was there. Still, I could
hear a man's voice whispering, "Terri!" and "I'm going to get you!" so I
started swinging at the air and urging, "Stop that! Get away from me!" It
grew rather quiet in the mall. When I realized people were watching me I
wanted to crawl under a rock.
Then it dawned on me that the voice sounded just like my Uncle Tommy. I
thought, "Oh, I get it! He's invisible and playing games so I look like I've
lost my mind...talking to myself and hitting at nothing!" I knew that no
one around me would help so I tried calling someone (I've no idea who), yet,
there were other people on the line. Speaking of which, in waking life
there are times it sounds like I am on someone else's line when I try to use
the phone. Anyway, I decided to run to this little toy store at the other end
of the mall.
A man named Brian worked there (not Swanton). I had a crush on him but he
never expressed any interest in me. All I remember about him otherwise is
that there was a rumor he was becoming "cynical" working in the toy store for
so long because he encountered a lot of "brats" who "broke his
merchandise." I hesitated after entering his shop, "He's probably not going to believe
me," but I spit out what was going on anyway.
Brian was concerned and pulled what looked like a huge toy gun off a top
shelf.
"This is a MODEL 666 EXPOSURE MACHINE!" he announced. "It emits a ray that
can make any hidden enemy materialize...to a degree anyway. So next time
you hear someone near you, don't say anything. Just give me a look and I will
zap him!"
A few minutes later I heard my Uncle Tommy behind me again and I kept
giving Brian looks but he was distracted by a customer. Even after the customer
left Brian wouldn't even glance in my direction. I was so disillusioned,
"Oh, no, please don't abandon me. I've no one else in the world to count
on," but Brian seemed to have forgotten all about me.
Then I woke up.
Terri
"...I could see that there were thousands of rats, with their eyes blazing
red, like his, only smaller. Then he held up his hand,
and they all stopped, and I thought he seemed to be saying: "Rats! Rats!
Rats! Thousands! All these will I give you! If you will obey me!"
~ Renfield (Dracula 1931)
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<DIV> </DIV>
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pulled my hair, etc.) but when I turned around no one was there. Still, I c=
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arted=20
swinging at the air and urging, "Stop that! Get away from me!" It grew rath=
er=20
quiet in the mall. When I realized people were watching me I wanted to=
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yet, there were other people on the line. Speaking of which, in w=
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life there are times it sounds like I am on someone else's line when I try =
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end of the mall.</DIV>
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<DIV>A man named Brian worked there (<EM>not</EM> Swanton). I had a crush o=
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se is=20
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or so=20
long because he encountered a lot of "brats" who "broke his merchandise." I=
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hesitated after entering his shop, "He's probably not going to believe me,"=
but=20
I spit out what was going on anyway.</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>Brian was concerned and pulled what looked like a huge toy gun off a t=
op=20
shelf. </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>"This is a MODEL 666 EXPOSURE MACHINE!" he announced. "It emits a ray =
that=20
can make any hidden enemy materialize...to a degree anyway. So next time yo=
u=20
hear someone near you, don't say anything. Just give me a look and I will z=
ap=20
him!" </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>A few minutes later I heard my Uncle Tommy behind me again and I kept=
=20
giving Brian looks but he was distracted by a customer. Even after the cust=
omer=20
left Brian wouldn't even glance in my direction. I was so=20
disillusioned, "Oh, no, please don't abandon me. I've no one else in the wo=
rld=20
to count on," but Brian seemed to have forgotten all about me. </=
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<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>Then I woke up. </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>Terri </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
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thought he seemed to be saying: </I></FONT><FONT lang=3D0 face=3D"Arial CE"=
=20
color=3D#004080 size=3D1 FAMILY=3D"SANSSERIF" PTSIZE=3D"10"><I>"Rats! Rats!=
Rats!=20
Thousands! All these will I give you! If you will obey me!" </I></FONT></DI=
V>
<P align=3Dcenter><FONT lang=3D0 face=3D"Arial CE" color=3D#004080 size=3D1=
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summer? <a href=3D"http://personals.aol.com/?ncid=3Demlcntuslove00000003">F=
ind it now on AOL Personals</a>.</font></DIV></BODY></HTML>
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