Last night I dreamt I was wandering around a model home at dusk. It was huge and I was about to buy it and kick the annoying sales lady out...when everything changed all of a sudden.
For no apparent reason, I was at Albertsons on 3rd and J circa 2002. Only...it was now. The decor and product arrangement simply reflected that year. The Starbucks department was still there and at the register was Renee...but the "grown-up version" of Renee. Big, sexy hair and more make-up. My imagination is a STRANGE place to be in the wee hours.
Anyway, we were working and we noticed that a new Starbucks department was being built right next to the existing one. It had more muted colors, more functional space and it was slightly bigger. It was at this point when my mind realized that this couldn't be real. I was just at this store with Marci a few days ago and it looked completely different--very 2011. THAT was reality. But then...so was this (the 2002 Albertsons). This existence felt just as real as the other. So, in typical journalist fashion, I decided to document it with my (my dad's) camera. Of course, it was in my fag bag...which was in my car, as it usually is when I'm not at home. I stood and debated.
The fabric of this reality was slowly beginning to weaken into the realization that it was nothing more than a dream. Before it had a chance to implode, I turned to go get my camera...and then I woke up.
Disappointed at another failed time-travel attempt, I got out of bed and was even tempted to check my camera for evidence.
Nothing.
Looks like the hunt for a DeLorean must resume.
