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Violence in the Food Court...

I don't often have violent dreams, but when I do, they're brutal. I don't know if it's an outlet for my frustrations in real life, but when I'm angry in a dream, I will find myself unleashing a violent rage that has me desperately lashing out on other people to the point of maiming and ultimately destroying them. This dream went on the longest of any of my violent dreams.
I was staying somewhere new. Not sure where. Somewhere in middle America, for sure. I had just woken up and I was groggy and hungry. I called a Burrito stand in a mall and placed an order for some food. Then I began to walk there. The walk seemingly took forever. In the dream I clocked it at 45 minutes. As I walked through the mall, I was surrounded on all sides by lots and lots of people of all ages, races, and types. I felt very anonymous in this environment and decided to experiment. I had on a pair of black shorts, my black motorcycle boots, a thin blue tank top with no bra, a hoodie, and my rain jacket. I also had a black kerchief.
I took off the jacket and sweatshirt and as I walked, took note of who noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra. I pinched my nipples so they stood out and walked along without a care in the world. So many sly glances and overt stares from men and women alike. I felt powerful and dirty and also really vulnerable. At one point on my long walk I stopped and drank from a drinking fountain, wetting my kerchief and using it to cool my sweaty skin. It was a mall, but there was no air conditioning.
Finally I arrived at the food court and found my burrito stand. The menu looked great and the ingredients were fresh and numerous. One of the women working there was just stuffing down the trash to take it out and I approached her, telling her my name and that I'd called in an order to go. She looked remorseful and glanced at the trash saying that she'd just thrown out my order because they thought I wasn't coming. I apologized and explained that I didn't know how far away this place was, since I'd never been here, and I had to walk. She offered no suggestions for how to right the situation, but I naturally assumed they'd just remake it for me. The burrito had cost $17.89 with tax, which was miserably over-priced anyway and I figured the least they could do was replace the wasted food.
I stepped up the the counter and told the other woman what I'd ordered. She quickly informed me that they were all out of those ingredients. Some other customers came up, so I stepped back to examine the menu. When I had decided on a new order, I stepped up to the counter to place it. I was met with indifferent stares. I placed my order and barely got a confirmation from one of the women, who proceeded to do nothing to remake my order. Then some more customers came up and they immediately began serving them. I waited for a while, and then got really fed up. In the dream, I had no sense to hide my anger and I just flew off the handle. "All right, this is ridiculous! Fuck this place, give me my money back!" I went up to the register demanding a refund. Again, indifference. I explained that I didn't want to eat here any more and I just wanted my money back. No one moved. And thus began my violent rampage. I screamed and yelled that I wanted a refund and when they informed me that it wasn't going to happen, I screamed to talk to the manager. I was pushy as hell, asking for a phone number. They said they could take mine and have him call me. I said I wanted to speak with him now.
Finally the counter girl raised a gigantic megaphone and blasted a siren through the mall. From the kiosk on the opposite side of the walk, came a good looking early-thirties man who was obviously the manager.
I waited and collected myself to explain the situation. As he arrived, the counter girl told him that I needed to talk with him. But as he approached me, he indicated that he first had to attend to something else at the merchantile store next door. He walked up and I watched him get into a huge line at the cash register. While I waited for him, I screamed some more at the counter girls and the other people trying to get food there. I waited and waited. Eventually, I took off my jacket again and again noticed how many guys took note of my bra-less-ness. A couple of them came up to me asking about the situation. I explained to them and they felt sorry for me and offered me money. One guy even offered me cigarettes and weed and when I refused, tried to hand me $60. But I just couldn't take their money. They were not the ones who had wronged me and I wanted justice. I looked up at the line and the manager was now stocking cigarettes at the front counter. Just when I thought I could wait no more, he came down with another woman to talk with me.
Calmly, I explained the situation and in the end, stated that all they had to do was give me a refund and I would leave them alone. The manager wasn't really paying attention and had a look on his face like he was mocking me. The woman with him was nasty and mean and trying to disprove everything I said. I looked at her, shocked that she would act this way and then looked back to find the manager had disappeared. All I had was a polaroid of him in my hand. The woman was laughing and calling me stupid for not noticing that he'd disappeared. That was then I snapped.
I stormed up into the merchantile shop, demanding to know where the manager had gone. No one would answer me so I pushed my way into the store-house, which was filled with rows and rows of shelves with stuff on them. It was like a goodwill or a yard sale. The stuff was random but plentiful. There were people in there, presumably working. I began screaming that I wanted to talk with the manager, but no one was eager to help me. So I began smashing things. First it started with just objects. I would smash them on the ground or throw them at other things, or even hurl them at people. The whole time I was screaming mad, knowing in my heart that I would stop if just one person would offer to cooperate. No one did.
I began clearing off entire shelves, sweeping everything to the floor, trying to create as much noise and destruction as possible. No one moved to help. Then I began tipping the shelves over, letting them smash into one another. All hell was breaking loose. I was sure that this action would certainly get some attention. It did and I was approached by a few people dedicated to stopping (not helping) me.
Then I began smashing things in these people's faces. I was so angry, I would just grab anything I could and hit them as hard as possible with it. This is often where my violent dreams end up. I'm both aggressing and defending myself. Women in particular were the worst of my victims. No one was quite strong or fast enough to stop me. And I wasn't strong enough to kill them or stop them from attacking, so I was just repeatedly hitting them with all my force. Sometimes with objects, sometimes with my fists. I remember one woman in particular whose face was lacerated in so many places and she just kept coming back for more. I eventually chopped her down to the size of a small compact and stomped on it, chopping off the pieces of her body that were hanging out the sides and vanquishing her for good. She was the only one I completely conquered but this all had gone too far. I didn't want blood, I wanted my money back.
More people approached and as I poised to continue administer beatings, I suddenly woke up. I had overslept by a good three hours and I was burning up under the covers. Though my face is now cool, my cheeks feel tight and scorched. I knew the moment I opened my eyes that there would be no justice. I could not win in this dream and the violence was horrible. I had to get out of it immediately.
It's interesting to note that since we've been staying in this transitional house, I've had some sort of nightmare or scary or uncomfortable or violent dream nearly every single night. At least I'm sleeping, but I'm wondering if it's just stress or if there's some sort of icky energy in this house. No doubt I'm depressed as hell to be here and desperate to move out as soon as possible.

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