march 19 2024

You and I are in a grocery store in Denver, Colorado. We consider buying what we need from there, but it seems too dangerous, so we steal a shopping cart (one specifically marked as a Denver shopping cart), load it into our car, and drive south. Eventually, we make it to the Bay Area. We go to a grocery store and start looking around. You look at the cheese selection on the far right side, where the fridges are. I wander over to the left, where there's an odd section of non-groceries, such as clothes. Another lady is also browing this section, and she repeatedly leaves her enormous purse in places which inconvenience my ability to get at the clothes I want to look at. At one point, you walk over while I'm holding up a stiff-stachy tiered skirt in deep vivid patterns of blue, purple, and gree. Neither of us are very fond of it, it's a bit tacky. You go back to the middle part of the store where the checkout is. I put the skirt back, and in the process realize it wasn't for sale, it was actually the lady's with the giant purse, and she had just left it on the shelf for some reason. I look over, and I see two people walk up to you and ask if you're from Denver; they recognize the shopping cart. I sense danger, and walk over to try to help divert them, or lend credence to whatever alibi you were constructing. When I get there you aren't there anymore; somehow I know you went back to the cheese aisle again even though I can't see it from where I'm stnading. Then I wake up.