I Dreamt Of A Dark Library And My Dads Ptsd

Mom, Kristen and I went into this building, into a dark closet inside of a library of valuable books. We weren’t supposed to be there. In the dark, she started telling us a story about how Dad had almost been murdered when he was 17 and the PTSD he suffered as a result. John Waters came in to get some books, and while supportive, told us we had to leave. We went searching within the building but most places were occupied with workers. Eventually Dad showed up, we were on some crowded bleachers watching a demonstration. Someone gave Dad a clock in computer and he destroyed it. Emmett wanted to show me how to get a new one, but somehow we ended up destroying the bleachers and the park altogether. Mom and Dad left us, so we were trying to navigate our way out of the building from the basement. Each room was its own horror, but you could take whatever you could carry. Lots of little goofy things, decorative globes, nail polish, shoes, etc. Some rooms were just stairs, some were dark kitchens and other nerve-wracking areas. Lots of quickly slamming doors. We got through the worst of it, and there was a gift shop/convenience store at the top. Everything was free to grab. One guy was stuffing bottles of coffee syrup into his clothing. Everybody was singing Margaritaville. I read the final line of a book I had with me. It said, “They stole together and they sang. They stood outside and watched the sun. They did this for the next 16 hours, until the New West rose over the horizon, and their bodies turned to dust.”