Strange dream, brought on most likely by thinking about Justin before falling asleep. Dreamt that I was living back at home, but couldn't quite tell if Mother was alive or not. Apparently I got a job working part-time at the dry-cleaners in Mayo Meadows (shopping center directly behind the house), although it was in the space where the pharmacy was. I wound up working nights with a guy about my age, very good looking. I remember him "showing me the ropes", but we never actually worked, or manned the store. What we did do was go through what seemed like a thrift store in the shopping center, looking for certain items and tagging them. Occasionally a little girl followed in tow, seemed like his little sister. At one point we were on our way to do some more tagging, making our way through several corridors in the shopping center, I arrived at a glass door inside the thrift store, which I had to pass through in order to get in. There were other ways to enter, but for some reason I just went through this door even though I remember seeing a sticker warning of a siren if the door were to be opened. The guy, nameless, didn't seem to mind me doing this. Just before going in, we had passed through what seemed like a hole-in-the-wall cafe, where I stole some flatware and pocketed it prior to heading into the thrift store. After setting off the alarm at the glass door, a security officer approached the "guy", letting us know we were not to enter via that door. The officer was very annoyed with me, directly insulting my intelligence in front of the "guy". After some time in the thrift store, I began to wonder how this "guy" knew all about the ins and outs of Mayo Meadow, and at some point I witnessed, third-person, a pastiche of scenes depicting the "guy's" history with the shopping center, much like a flashback scene in a sitcom.
Later, we seemed to never be at the dry cleaners at all. It was night, and he took me up on the roof, where we smoked a bit of a bowl, wandered around a bit. It was very dark and I needed guidance. I remember the "guy" pointing out amusement rides set up at the fairgrounds off in the distance. Also, I remember taking him through the Mayo Meadow alley, making several footnotes along the way, eventually winding up in my backyard, where we entered my bedroom through the window. I believe he met Mother, although I remember telling him that she had passed.
