This is a dream from last night.
I don’t remember going in, but the earliest part of the dream I recall is finding myself in a second hand store. I am standing in front of a glass display case looking at what appears to be hundred and hundreds of individual items. All of the things were very small, but each item was neatly arranged and every thing was very easy to see. The things ranged from metal toy cars, to gem stones, to needles. Just all manner of things.
I walk around and find that the rest of the shop is similarly arranged very neatly, and there was no single theme in most of the places. It was just anything and everything, light bulbs, motor parts, computers, toys, textiles, bricks, guns, fake plants, everything imaginable.
In a few places there were themes.
I had moved further into the store and see a sort of stuffed animal seated on a couch. In the dream I recognize the character (but in real life it doesn’t exist) it was sort of like a cartoon griffin that was orange and pink. I liked the stuffed toy and considered buying it, but something makes me feel uneasy all of the sudden.
The lighting seems off, and I realize that I am far from the entrance, and there is no natural lighting here, just the weird unhealthy looking over head lights set inside of panels above me.
I decide to keep moving, but although I don’t mean it, I go deeper into the store. I begin to notice that the items have actually gotten progressively older. Where the funny griffin stuffed toy there were items I recognized would have been common in the 80’s, and then beyond that were things from the 70’s and the lights are getting worse as I go.
I don’t know what kept me from just turning back, because I wasn’t liking this store anymore, and it wasn’t nice and neat. Things were just sloppily stacked on top of each other, and it was always more and more cluttered and dirty looking.
Eventually I come to a spot where I find something (that in the dream at least) I refer to as a 12th century coke vending machine. It didn’t actually have any sodas in it and it wasn’t anything like a vending machine at all. More like a huge iron closet with a tiny window in it.
At this point I have begun to feel panicked and the stuff is positively leaning over me, like it could all tumble down and crush me. I finally see a tiny shaft of what I think is natural sunlight. I am relived. I begin to dig through the junk, pulling things aside and shoving other stuff.
I shut my eye in anticipation of being blinded by sun light as I shove away the last thing in between me and the outdoors, and freedom from this oppressive curio shop. I hear birds singing. I am sure I must have made it out, but I hadn’t opened my eyes yet. I lie down on my back too giddy to open my eyes yet. A little scared that I am only fooling myself, and I was still trapped inside the curio shop.
I don’t remember anymore.