I dreamt about being trapped in a crowded shop full of old instruments. I’d uncovered an evil plot by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The evil doer was chasing me through the shop and I was complaining that I didn’t want to hurt any of the beautiful antique instruments while I ran. But I was knocking them down left and right trying to keep away. Me and the evil doer would wince every time one fell but neither of us would give up.
I got further away from my pursuer and entered a giant grocery store. I ran into a kid I used to work with who has the same name as me while I passed by the butcher. He was non verbal when we worked together. In my dream he was able to say some words and he told me he had horns on his thumbs and held his thumbs out for me to see. It looked like he’d gotten surgery to remove some type of growth and they were very sore.
