02/12/13

In my dream last night, I was leaving a giant supermarket, alone, and I watched a woman in front of me dig into her purse and drop something on the ground as she walked ahead. I went to where it dropped and saw it was a vile of prescription medication. I grabbed the vile off the ground started to chase after her, calling out. “Hey! You dropped these!” But she kept walking. Someone intercepted me and saw the vile in my hand. It was an authority figure, maybe a cop, maybe other security.

“Are those yours?”
“No, they belong to that woman.”
“Why do you have them?”
“I found them after she dropped them.”

And he started fighting me. We fought for a long time, wrestling and punching, the vile in my pocket, the woman getting away. I tried calling out a few times but my voice wasn’t loud enough. I remember thinking it was too bad there were no onlookers as I continually flipped the security guy over my back. Over and over, he’d stand up, I’d move in and flip him down, he’d stand up, and it just went on like that, like a video game in which you only know one move that works.

I woke up I felt bad for the woman who lost her medicine.