Morning of April 24, 2014. Thursday.
It is later at night and I am ready to go to the store to buy needed food and supplies. The house seems to be the one from Stadcor Street although later, it seems rotated in orientation and is then the one from Barolin Street, but the store is supposedly in a perpendicular direction and area as to what it was in real life as well as in the opposite direction from the city. I will be going there with our two oldest children and will be walking. I think it is about five or six blocks.
After a short time, I understand, by looking at a clock high on the wall above the kitchen doorway, that the time is about five minutes after midnight. Because the store closes at midnight (in my dream only - in real life it would have been closed by nine o’clock), there does not seem to be any reason for going. My dream “resets” at least twice and there are times when we are walking anyway, in that direction. At one point, I have two screwdrivers I consider for use for protection, which seems not quite as feasible as a pistol or such.
Later on, when we are going out again (another “reset”?), it then seems to be in the late morning or the early afternoon. I do not notice this odd change relative to awareness of obvious time distortions at all. This time, we seem to be going to the other store we had actually been to in real life (and in the correct direction). There seem to be younger males that are wandering about in two yards, possibly around sixteen, about five or six of them. (In real life this would not have been possible, as there was a high wooden fence there.) An unknown light-haired Caucasian woman is sitting on the steps in front of the house next door to us. She is probably about forty years of age. She does not seem to care what the boys (all seemingly English or Australian) do to her house, including breaking a window.
She makes some sort of obnoxious and invalid remark to us regarding how I do not want the troublemakers in our yard (as people often do here about other random things even if to total strangers, often based on things that are not actually there - in fact, this has taught me a lot about people). I think it has a lot to do with what I see on the media a lot - that is, the bizarre idea that criminals should not be hurt or punished in any way regardless of their actions (as well as the government itself punishing everyone on the actions of a few), though these “criminals” are just young juvenile delinquents. I then realize she looks a lot like Queen Elizabeth II when about forty or so and almost incomprehensibly homely in my dream. However, she is not wearing a crown. Somehow, we end up back at the house mostly to make sure the troublemakers do not get in, I think.
An older man walks through our yard, which also annoys me, and he complains about my complaining. It is a bit like when people walk down the middle of the street here where we live in real life instead of the sidewalk and then they get annoyed or angry (making obscene gestures sometimes at a driver who is actually using the street as it should be) when an actual car goes down the street and sometimes almost hits them or has to slow down, and there is a reasonable amount of traffic, especially in the afternoon. At any rate, he makes some obnoxious gestures and goes to the woman’s house. I call out after him, “is that what you do all day?” meaning making obnoxious gestures (and touching himself) and such all day. I think they may be related.
Later, the woman is on our porch but is being condescending somehow, but I do not fully remember all of the conversation or various previous personal intrusions (related to my dream’s potential “back story”). She is extremely tall, perhaps seven feet, and far more homely than I originally thought as well as having an extraordinarily strange and “warped” body shape. Her teeth are large, very squarish, and seemingly paper-like in thinness and texture, and almost shark-like in growth aspects in that there seems to be more than one row going inward and at slightly different forward to back angles - and I make a comment later to my wife that just one of that woman’s teeth was as big as my face (though an exaggeration on my part - although it did actually seem true at one point, almost like getting an impression of a blank sheet of paper being held up in front of my face). I am not intimated by her size, though, as I am quite honestly reminded of being face to face with a cow in a pasture - which is ultimately nonthreatening and almost seems like a pleasant encounter in afterthought. In fact, all I remember from this woman with any stronger impression is a crooked smile and a wave of her hand. She leaves, but I am not fully sure what had transpired, other than I do not feel stressed at that point as I had earlier even though what she had said and done was ridiculous and wrong.
