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Hair Brush Hunt at Lunch

I go to school without brushing my hair, so it's all matted up in the back. At lunch I drive out to the department store across town to find a hairbrush, because I believe it will be faster than going home. I park in the parking lot which is to the side of the building, so I walk along the wall to get to the front door. There's a side-exit door open. I glance in as I walk by, and a woman in a business skirt and dress shirt with pinned up red hair looks at me odd like I don't belong there. She looks a lot like Abaddon. I walk all the way to the front doors and enter, immediately going to the left where the cosmetics are. I walk past the clothing section to get to the isles with shampoos and conditioners, deodorants and feminine products, but I can't seem to find the hairbrushes. I circle back to the clothes and find a shelf near the front window scattered with sparse discounted, clearances items. It seems like the kind of stuff that hairbrushes would be sold with. I push the items around, but still have no luck finding anything. Because I don't have a lot of time I decide to just ask someone. Apparently Buster, a guy I had a few classes with in middle school, also needs help finding something. I ask the nearest woman, a larger woman who reminds me of my not-so-nice middle school librarian, and she points to a shelf on the other side of the clothing section impatiently. I thank her and take a look. Buster finds what he needs on this shelf, a pair of water shoes I think, but this shelf is just as bare as the other and scattered with crap items, none of which include a hairbrush. Frustrated, I decide to give up on this store and go to the Dollar General across the street. I leave, get back in my car, and prepare to cross the main road. Looking to my left toward the traffic lights, I see yellow flashing lights and cars majorly backed up. There's a semi taking up all three lanes and cars lined up behind it completely stopped. I get the sense that it's not the semi's fault the traffic is stopped, but something the semi is blocking my view of. I'm worried about it a bit, but when I look at my watch and see it's 12:40 and realize I only have twenty minutes to get a dang hair brush and get back to school, I decide I don't have time to worry. I cross the street just before five white cars come from the right and a black semi turns off the high way from the left. I pull into the parking lot and don't even stop, seeing the Dollar General is closed, of freaking coarse. I mean, it's Saturday, why wouldn't it be closed? Everything is freaking closed on Saturday. Very frustrated, I get back on the main road. The traffic jam has opened up but there's still cars with yellow flashing lights in the area. I pull over to the side of the road and get out of my little white car. I walk through the grassy ditch to the base of the Motel 8 sign. I walk around the pole, which is ringed with power outlets, but that's not what I was looking for. I go back to my car to find it sliding into the ditch. I have to push it back out, which isn't so hard considering it's size. When I get it back on the road I try to start it up again, but it only turns over. I look at the dash and see the battery light flashing, like the batter is dead. I simply coast over the bridges with what little momentum I had. I end up pulling over just past the first overpass. A guy in a white go-cart with one of the yellow flashing lights on the top jokes with me a little then tells me I have to walk the rest of the way, and to leave my stuff in the car. I ask if I can bring my purse and book bag, which he tells me won't be a problem I just can't make a big fuss about leaving stuff in the car. I get the sense that a lot of people, particularly women, were non-to-happy about leaving the majority of their stuff in their vehicles. I get out and lean into the back seat from the driver-side door. I try to pack up my book bag as best I can amongst the horrid mess.
Then I'm standing outside my completely totaled car at night. I'm near an old barn, or maybe an abandoned warehouse. I just wrecked it, and I have bleeding cuts and forming bruises to account for it. Considering the utterly smashed car laying before me, I was lucky to make out with just that. A witch woman tells me to just put it back together already. I have no idea where to even start piecing together this wreck. She sighs with impatience before offering to help me. First thing she does is pick up the edge of the shattered, but still stuck together, windshield. She shakes it out like a blanket, and the damage reverses itself. She places it back in place, sliding her hand over the crumpled frame and it begins to straighten out. She looks at me expectantly to get started. After quite a bit of work and effort, we shake out the driver-side front door together and place it back on it's hinges. Done. Almost like it never even happened.
Then, me and Sam Winchester have Dean tied up in a chair in the middle of an abandoned house. He's crazy, trying to kill everyone that gets near him, screaming in agony like something is eating him from the inside. He's infected with a virus like Croatoan. I'm determined to save him, but when I touch his skin I too become infected. I shout at Sam to stay away from me. My vision becomes blurry, and I feel like I'm going to fall over. I stumble into a beam, and use it to keep myself upright. I'm filled with this cold rage, and with confusion, but I understand enough to claw at my throat. I pull out a blue stream of light, similar to removing grace from an angel. Once it's out, I am healed. I turn toward Dean, about to do the same to him to save his life before this illness destroys him. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of October 18th, 2013
Real-life characters: Buster, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Dream-created characters: Woman at store that helps me (though similar to real-life librarian), clerk at store (though similar to Abaddon from Supernatural), guy in go-cart emergency vehicle, witch woman.
Real-life places: School, department store, Dollar General, roads around this area including bridges, lights, and overpasses.
Dream-created places: Inside of department store, ditch with the Motel 8 sign pole, abandoned where-ever where I wrecked my car, abandoned house with Dean.
Different than real life: I'm no longer in school as I graduated three years ago, the store I dreamt of has actually changed to a different store now, despite many things being closed on a Saturday and Sunday in the town I live Dollar General is not one of them, I've never had my car's battery fail on me, I've never had to push my car out of a ditch, I've never wrecked my car, I'm not a witch that can magically fix things unfortunately, the Croatoan virus in the show Supernatural is nothing like an angel's grace.
Reasons:
Tangled hair = I went to bed freshly out of the shower and didn't bother to brush my hair, which I knew had massive tangles in it.
Closed on Saturday = I was going to go to the library Saturday (today, the day after this dream) but when I looked it up online before I went to bed I saw that it was only open a few hours, closing way early before I'd ever have a chance to get there. This spurred frustration on how everything closes at ridiculous hours here, which I guess seeped into my subconscious.
Supernatural characters and situations = The show has eaten my soul, I am convinced. Imayormaynotbeslightly-totally-obsessedatthispoint.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
Reoccurring: No.

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