had a dream last night where i was at a weird strip mall with some friends and there was a store that was just several shelves of overpriced groceries and a bunch of random stuff that the owner lady found in like a storage unit she bought, and then there was a food court that also had house of the dead on a very large screen, and another store that had like fishing gear and wetsuits and i got really obsessive abt finding the optimal wetsuit for cheap but idk why i guess i just wanted to be prepared to fall into a body of water
and then i had another dream where i was on a weird island just of the mainland of my hometown, and the island was all made out of like piled rocks that had been fused together. vaguely lovecraftian in its incongruity and feeling of "this isn't supposed to be here" so i started walking and trying to climb this overhang and was having trouble cuz it started raining. i had these like really grippy gloves but also combat boots with bad soles that kept slipping off the rocks. and then i turned around and there was a man in a black jacket with a knife and he came at me and i was like "okay i know what i have to do but i only get one shot at this," so i held onto the overhang and swung inwards to get momentum and then turned around on the outswing as i let go and drove my feet into his knife hand and then his chest and knocked him down on the rocks and stomped on his head. there was no feeling of fear or satisfaction or revulsion, just "ok i did it and he's dead now" and then i kept climbing
