In the dream, they were in an enormous crowded place. Like a mall. They bought tickets to a movie, then he asked her to wait for him for a few minutes.
She searched for him with her eyes.
She sent him text messages.
He never came back.
She couldn’t go in, she didn’t have a ticket.
The movie was sold out
She put her hands on her hips, frustrated, and felt something stuck to the back of her sweater. A movie ticket. Row D, seat 4.
She goes into the theater, and the man is there. Inpatient that she took so long. He is unwillingto admit that he’d asked her to wait, and says he didn’t answer her texts because he was inside the theater. It didn’t occur to him to step out.
There is another man sitting sitting in her assigned seat.
He is folding laundry. Some of it his, some of it theirs. He stands up to let her take her seat. The two men keep folding the laundry. She is frustrated. The movie starts, and the strange man is still standing in their row, folding socks.
She can’t see anything, because the man is standing in front of her. She asks him to leave, but he says he can’t because the laundry isn’t folded. She tells him to just take it and go, but her man says he can’t because the clothes are all mixed together. The two men keep folding, arguing intermittently about which socks are whose.
She finally gets up and wanders out into a parking lot. She can’t find her car, the parking lot is completely different than when she arrived.
Then she goes back inside, and it seems to be some sort of hospital.
She can’t find the Radiology department, and every time she asks an employee for help, they try to send her to admitting. She can never find the right admitting desk, every time she sees one, they send her to Radiology on the 4th floor. She should know where it is. She works there.
The elevators don’t ever have a button for 4. They also seem to move laterally in addition to vertically.
She gets to the Radiology department and they laugh and tell her it’s her day off. Remind her that she’s supposed to be going to that new movie. She said she was just there, but walked over to the hospital instead.
They told her there was no theater in their po-dunk little town. She couldn’t have walked over from there.
And then the alarm clock rang.