SteelDrake

(Stuff in parentheses are notes to myself or stuff that happened irl)

Uhm. For some reason my dad and I were at Walmart. We had got a pizza and a toy for me. My dad was bitching at me for wanting to get a couple airsoft guns, he had insisted on me getting some sort of crappy star wars gun, but I didn't want it. There was a Mexican couple behind us at the checkout buying some plastic storage boxes. Another weird thing was that under the conveyor belt was a roll of bags, the cashier had handed my dad a PVC pipe to get them out by rolling it up on the pipe and tearing it off. Since where I live they had banned plastic bags, they were paper. He had gotten two, like he wanted to double bag it. Oh yeah, the star wars gun was an "Unfinished E-11 Blaster." I had mentioned that it would be a great collector's item.

(It appears my recall is getting better, I need to keep at it.)

(I was sitting there thinking about something else when I had remembered the Mickey Mouse bottoms)
Another dream. I was in this store with a college kid, and I had needed pants for some reason, so he gave me what looked like Mickey Mouse pants. It was all woolen, had built in suspenders and tight around my legs. It fit, but like skinny jeans. When I was walking home, I had come across my friend Eric, who laughed at my pants at first, then he was telling me about something stupid he did. Then we hear police sirens. He goes "Oh shit," then he goes across the street while I keep walking on the sidewalk. A bit later I had crossed the street and walked into some fast-food place. I went through it as if I was trying to distract the cops or something, because I'm paranoid like that. (Then my dad woke me up, fumbling to get the alarm reset.)