I had the weirdest dream last night. I usually only have such weird ones when I have something like pizza or spaghetti after 7pm but didn't last night. It was one where it seemed so real yet so unreal too.
I was somehow at this one place that was a house but was really half a shop and half a sort of homeless hotsheets place. It was set up very strange where you could be trying to pass from the store to the outside world but end up in a room you had to pass by first. It had bunk beds right by the door wall and a huge bed that took up most of the rest of the room. You had to squeeze by it to get through to the way out. What was so weird was half the doors in this place led here.
Somehow I worked here as a sort of sales clerk for the homeless artwork that we were selling to help raise money for them. The problem was I could not seem to find the way out. When my shift was over I would somehow be right back at this place the next day with no sight of the outside world. The owner says this happens on purpose so we can understand how the homeless feel and why no one else would take the job. Everyone was afraid to come inside this shop in case they got stuck like I was. So we were not selling anything and would be trapped here forever until we could raise a certain amount.
The homeless who were trapped by their situation could come and go as they pleased but there was one lady and one guy who were always there. They ran the hotsheets portion of this shop. They knew we were trapped so trying to raise money for us. (The irony of that really gets to me as I type this). Somehow those buying the "services" could come and go as they please and the owner of the place decided he would do this to finally get out himself. He put me in charge of the shop.
I knew part of my new duties were to make lunch and dinner for the homeless but could never find the kitchen since no matter what door I chose in this place I always ended up in that one room. I was so scared and afraid I would never get out. I barely looked at the artwork after awhile since I knew no one would come in to buy it and I could never get out to tell everyone about it.
The scariest part was when that one homeless couple were in death like poses except they were not dead at all. I forget the explanation for this now but it was some weird thing that happens when they sleep because they are homeless people. The trouble was to find the way out I had to pass by that big bed and the way they were positioned made it extremely hard to get by without somehow getting close to them and their deathlike bodies. I wanted out so badly and was beginning to feel extremely frightened by this and wondering how I came to take such a job in the first place.
I kept thinking to myself, I am not a sales clerk, I work as a PCA. Then I remembered I was up late last night and was probably very late for my real work by now since I was trapped in this sort of nightmare world and that was when I woke up. It was just the weirdest dream I have had in awhile. I wonder how it came about. I remember our local newspaper had a feature on an artist who drew the homeless people in town and these 2 were ones I saw so that is probably where they come from. And the feeling of being trapped is what I guess I thought they were feeling when I read the article before. Such a strange one and seems like a very good reason not to stay up late trying to write in my journal when it is quiet here!