Some old themes...

One of the dreams I had last night was from a theme that I have not had in a while. I was in a department store of sorts, being pursued. The pursuit seemed to be in the form of a game of tag. One of my co-workers, Gil, was it. He is a very fit black male whom I've worked with before.

He was chasing me through the store in the clothing department. There were circular racks of coats, shirts and pants that I would duck into and move from rack to rack. At one point, I made it into the drop ceiling of the building, moving amongst the ducts and light fixtures suspended up there. He knew I was up there and occasionally I would see him lift a tile and raise his head in there looking for me.

I eventually managed to find a way onto the roof. The route to the roof was impossible to find, so I knew I would never be found up there. I relaxed while I let him search in vain below. Eventually I made my way back down to hear him announce that he was yielding, quite impressed that he was unable to find me.

It has been awhile since I last had the dream of being pursued through a building or a shopping center. It always makes for quite the interesting dream. Usually it is one or the other, and usually the shopping center is a grocery mart (usually the old Farmer Jack's that was near my house as a youth).

The next dream started out on a new path, but found an old theme quite quickly. I was going to a series of presidential parties and needed a suit. I had one suit on already, but it was for the follow on party and I needed something more formal for the dinner event. I returned home to get a different suit, but not to my home. It was to my parent's home.

No one was there when I went inside. I went up to my old bedroom to look through the closet for a suit. It was dusk outside and I noticed someone walk down the street towards the house. The figure stopped in the street just in front of the yard. It was Heather. I called down to her to ask what she was doing.

She announced that she had been looking for me so I called her in. She had been waiting all day for me. After talking, she mentioned that she had seen people go in and out of the house earlier in the day. No one should have been there and I realized that someone must have broken into the house.

At that realization, I walked down the hallway to what was my sister's old room and noticed someone laying down on the bed in there under the covers. They were aware they had been detected as I hurried back to my room to get my gun. The intruder opened fire on me through the wall and I returned fire. We exchanged shots until both our guns were empty.

As I went to my closet looking for ammo, I found the loaded clip I kept in the side table drawer. At that moment, I realized that the intruder probably did not plan on a running gun battle. I was correct. Out of ammo he charged the room and I shot him dead.