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Place withheld · 2013-07-16 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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I am in a mall in front of an elevator, I see a woman exit the elevator, she works their I think she is security or something, I want to go the the third floor that I think is employees only because I think there is free stuff up there, so I get into the elevator and hit the third level button. When the doors open I see it is full of customers and workers spraying perfume on them trying to get them to buy it, I realize I was wrong and that either they do not have a secret floor, or that the secret floor is floor 4 or maybe the basement, but I walk in the floor anyways, I go through all the people, a big tall girl stops me and tells me to go with her, I think she wants to show me perfume, I go with her, she sprays me with perfume, but then suddenly we are sitting at her desk and she turned into a small guy, he is giving me a psychiatry session, but he is telling me stuff he should not know so I pull my hand away from him and almost run but for some reason I sit down again and the guy has turned into a different girl, she tells me that my hand writing is exactly like my dads and she shows me and says it is wrong, I will turn out like him and that you cannot use that many capitols. I start looking at this clock on the wall trying to figure out how long I have been sitting there, but I cannot add it up, and the girl is trying to distract me from it because she wants to keep wasting my time..

 

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