Haven't posted in this thread in ages, but I experienced a dream I was clearly able to recall well after waking, so I transcribed the events. Not often am I able to do that. Let's begin.
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Watched a midway carnival in the distance from the outside stairway of a mid 20th century residence seemingly three stories or taller.
A sudden gust of hurricane force winds weakened and ripped away the wooden railing.
Went inside to see about damage and the interior seemed more an tenement apartment.
My "flop" was on the 6th floor, but the stairs leading to the 7th were weakened.
Some older residents of that upper floor wanted to return, but I convinced them to stay on my floor as the stairwell was still secure leading to that level.
Returned to the ground floor and found myself outside studying the rear of the building.
Noted to some other leasers (friends?) there was a second stairwell we should check to see if usable.
Once inside, spotted a door under the stairs I thought was just a small storage "nook".
While checking down the hall that led to the front of the building, one of the 'friends' called for my return.
The door led to a near labyrinth of pipeworks rooms stacked high with all sorts of genre goodies, comics, action figures, sci-fi ship miniatures, etc..
Somebody believed this was the "back room" for a comic store where the more "adult" stuff was kept so underage kids could not see them.
(Yes, it makes no sense the "back room" display of a comic shop was located in the pipework tunnels of a building that started as a tall house that first "blended' into a tenement apartment building and then displayed features hinting at a commercial structure. "Dream logic", meaning, well, none.)
As I explored looking at the stuff I'd like to grab (and then had the sense I'd need to pay though no merchant was present), I saw a, an absurdly thin door. I concluded this was the other side of a door I saw within a supply closet, one which I had earlier reasoned could house a couple of brooms at the most.
I heard a thudding at the narrow door as though somebody from the other side were trying to force it open. It finally burst open and defying physics concerning volume, a barrage of fanboys dressed like and proportioned like "Comic Book Guy" from "The Simpsons" literally poured into the tunnels like a wave!
I knew my chances of acquiring anything I wanted was doomed because I suddenly concerned myself with prices, reasoning I would have visited several times to casually browse for "hidden treasures" and have the funds to purchase them. Now, I realized the place would be picked clean within an hour.
I spotted a woefully inaccurate Jupiter II toy that had a crudely sequencing "fusion core" using filament "grain of wheat" bulbs. While barely resembling the ship in the series, it was still a popular toy at the time. (In reality, there's no such toy, but that's what my "inner voice" within the dream told me.)
I just kinda' sunk to my knees knowing I could not buy it at the time and knew it would be snatched by somebody among the throng of basement dwelling fanboys tearing through the rooms like a plague of locusts.
At that moment I finally woke.
