had a weirdly interconnected dream last night. was lounging in a shopping cart with my feet through the top and my butt in the carriage reading some kind of a comic book
i then had the urge to leap out of the cart and found myself pushing it around the store ending up near a display cabinet of plastic dishware with two artistic renderings of Jesus Christ. i took them both
then my dream switched, i was dressed to the nines on my way to a job interview at woolworths in the old whitehall mall, passing an old friend deb boylan along the way. she was trying to talk to me but i blew on by ignoring her. i made it to what i thought was the woolworths but it instead was a 1950’s era diner, so i walked to a macys and rode an elevator up.
the doors opened on a church with 4 people seated, three women and a man. one woman was weeping turned to look at me and said “I am grieving”, the woman next to her handed me a map and told me i was blocks away from the mall but the city can be confusing
my dream then did a final switch and i found myself in the 3rd floor front room of the house i grew up in, i was trying to turn off a light to no avail. the phone rang. it was my (late) gram looking for her (late) husband. i just snidely whispered into the phone Joseph isn’t here and besides he doesn’t want to talk to you anyway
then i awoke
What does it all mean ?