I dreamed I was in Walgreens, and I finally had a chance to get two very important things: cold medicine and antiperspirant. Also, I reasoned that because I was in Walgreens, this would not be like all the other dreams I've had, where I buy a bunch of stuff, only to wake up a few hours later and realize it's not still with me.
I would say, on average, I go on shopping trips in my dreams about 5 nights a week. The funny thing is, it's not even that big of a deal. While there are a few items that aren't easily accessible here in Korea, it's not as if I can't find the essentials I need for the daily ins and outs of life. I can only wonder what kind of panic-stricken dreams I would be having if I'd taught in Nicaragua. I mean, so what if the cheese in the picture is twice as much as it is in America? At least I can still access it.
What bothers me more is that I had another dream last week where I was keeping dead bodies under my bed in a big black bag. My mom had told me to dispose of them properly, but I was doing the rebellious thing and keeping them all for myself.
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