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06 November 2009 - 11:36 a.m.
(dream) I was in an unusual country town which had a regular street at ground level, and then a carved out area underneath the street filled with small, dingy market shops which you could access by walking down some stairs in the gutter. I went into one shop which sold prints of unusual photos. It was filled with trinkets and curios which all had the feel of the remains (bones, dried skin, etc.) of a once living typewriter. The shop became a lot larger when I came in. I asked the chubby blonde goth girl behind the counter if she had any photos of slightly robotic faces. She used this filing system which was a regular photo album with pictures in it, but if you put it into a special device, it would project those pages onto a screen while flipping through them and allow you to search for particular content. She eventually gave me a bunch of photocopied pages with small pictures of some prints for me to browse. While I was doing that, a tour group came through the shop which was now a delapidated black and grey amusement park and asked for a show. The chubby goth girl flew up into the air and did a bunch of acrobatic maneuvres. She came down and got annoyed at me because I hadn't chosen any of the prints she had given me to look at. My reason was they were too expensive, which ocurred to me while she was searching. She suggested I go to the restaurant upstairs. It was a very cavernous room with lots of massive tables. All the staff and customers were like dried skin covered skeletons with ragged clothes and severely bad posture. I think that's where the dream trailed off, giving way to painful muscle spasms in my back in the real world.
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