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07-25-2012, 01:40 PM
Just a short dream, very vivid. It's Halloween and I am out on the town. I'm pretty sure I was female in this dream, due to the costume I was wearing.
It was dark out and I was in a semi-industrial area, the kind with a bunch of old warehouses and narrow streets. I was at the bottom of the hill starting to go up, but got distracted by a discarded purse laying on the ground. It was made from an old lunch box, but had a strap. The contents were lying all around, as if it had been spread out by someone looking through it. The cash was still there, in folded bunches. I put what I thought was about 60-100 bucks in my pocket, looked for any ID or anything else that might be important and started on my way again.
As I went up the hill, I noticed that every single person had on a pumpkin outfit, made of deep orange glittery material, sort of puffy but not fully round. These people were wearing regulation specified outfits, not their choice.
My outfit was a cheap plastic pumpkin, like you'd find in your yard, big enough to cover my chest, but open on the top like a candy bucket. I didn't have much in it. I thought of my bare back and was glad I was covered in front, and continued up the hill looking at all the folks coming down the hill. The crowd was split evenly as to who was going up, and who was going down.
It was dark out and I was in a semi-industrial area, the kind with a bunch of old warehouses and narrow streets. I was at the bottom of the hill starting to go up, but got distracted by a discarded purse laying on the ground. It was made from an old lunch box, but had a strap. The contents were lying all around, as if it had been spread out by someone looking through it. The cash was still there, in folded bunches. I put what I thought was about 60-100 bucks in my pocket, looked for any ID or anything else that might be important and started on my way again.
As I went up the hill, I noticed that every single person had on a pumpkin outfit, made of deep orange glittery material, sort of puffy but not fully round. These people were wearing regulation specified outfits, not their choice.
My outfit was a cheap plastic pumpkin, like you'd find in your yard, big enough to cover my chest, but open on the top like a candy bucket. I didn't have much in it. I thought of my bare back and was glad I was covered in front, and continued up the hill looking at all the folks coming down the hill. The crowd was split evenly as to who was going up, and who was going down.