Dream Log: Jennifer Aniston in a Huge Mall/Airport

 I dreamed I was running around inside a mall bigger than any mall in the real world. It was connected to a huge international airport. The terminal for a Japanese airline was adjacent to a part of the mall which contained Japanese store which did business in yen; British airlines were next to British stores which only took pounds; and so forth. There were huge staircases, some more than thirty feet wide with more than twenty steps between landings. The entire mall/airport was bigger than a city and thronging with crowds. (COVID didn't exist in this dream.)

Jennifer Aniston was rushing down one of the huge staircases, carrying a lot of dresses all bunched up in her arms, as I was climbing up. In the dream, she was Jennifer Aniston, the huge TV and movie star, but she also seemed to be partly the character she played on "Friends," who was in the fashion business. For whatever reason, she was often rushing around with armloads of fashionable clothing. She collided with me as she rushed down the stairs. We knew each other, and this wasn't the first such collision. Jennifer smiled and apologized and rushed on.

 I took a seat on a sofa on the next huge landing. Another friend of mine was sitting nearby, a man with blonde hair and a blonde moustache. He said to me, indicating Jennifer, "You know, such behavior could be interpreted as encouragement for you to advance the relationship. Physically." I said, "Yeah," non-committally. I didn't want to discuss it with him. 

I stood up again and continued rushing around the huge airport/mall. In one of the lounges of a Japanese airline, I found an opened, half-empty roll of 100-yen coins. 

 Then I was in a Korean section of the mall, walking past Korean restaurants, bars, clothing stores. On several different occasions, several different men assaulted me. It was not clear whether they were trying to sexually assault me, or to mug me, or something else.

 Then I walked to an American section of the mall which led out into the open air, where it was raining and several old-looking automotive-repair business were arrayed over a hillside.

 Then I was back inside, walking along endless huge hallways, up and down huge staircases, all very new-looking and all very crowded with people in business suits.

It was near the end of the business day, and I saw Jennifer again, in the midst of a crowd. 

 

I have no idea whether Ms Aniston is short, tall or of average height in real life. In the dream, she was quite petite, about 5 feet tall.  Before I had fallen asleep, I had been thinking about a girl I had met when she and I were both 15 years old, perhaps more beautiful than any other girl or any woman I have ever seen, the only person with whom I can remember the very instant I first saw her face, back in September, 1976. She was quite petite, about 5 feet tall. 

Jennifer was wearing a beige business suit, her hair was swept up in a bun. Her arms were empty. No big pile of fashionable clothes this time. I walked up to her, took her hands in mine, and began to babble quite foolishly. Within half a minute i had told her that I was in love with her. Then I hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

She took several steps backwards, staring at me, very wide-eyed, looking very shocked. She said, "I'll see you tomorrow," and turned and walked away.

The next morning, I saw her, and I said that I wasn't going to take back anything which I had said, because it has all been true. But, I said, naturally I realized that I shouldn't have blurted it all so suddenly, and I apologized for that. I said that of course I realized that that was the sort of thing which I should have gradually let her know, over the course of a year or two or three, being alert for signs that she wanted me to stop. I also apologized for kissing her without asking, and without having received any clear signal that she had wanted to be kissed.

She came up to me and hugged me and put her head on my chest -- I'm 6 foot 3 -- and said that I talked too much. We were silent for a while, holding each other. Then I asked her whether I could kiss her again. She said, "You better!" and then we started snogging, and I woke up.

Dream Log: Thandie Newton in a Grandiose Mall

Last night I dreamed I was in a shopping mall. I've had several dreams set in malls, and usually I haven't liked being there, but last night's mall was different. I don't know whether there is any real place on Earth like this mall. Each story was at least 30 feet high, there were terraces and aerial walkways and atriums, the interior walls shimmered in a variety of gorgeous colors.

There were a lot of movie stars in this mall. Some of them owned stores in the mall. Thandie Newton owned a store and seemed to spend a lot of her time there, which didn't seem so strange, because, again, the surroundings were beautiful. Thandie's store carried cosmetics, about which I know little, so I felt a little awkward and out of place in the store. Thandie seemed very glad that I was there, though; she and several of her friends kept tackling me, holding me down on the floor and tickling me. It was pretty nice. Then Thandie motioned for her friends to leave us alone, and she lay on top of me on the floor, and all of a sudden I realized that her feelings for me were more than just playful. I was surprised and flattered.

Then I was playing keep away with some young male movie stars, with a ball a little bit smaller than a basketball. I didn't know their names because they are young and I am old. All of us were wearing suits which had come from another of the mall's stores. We were playing outside of that store. Suddenly someone tackled me and lay on top of me on the floor. After a moment I saw that it was Matt Damon, wearing an very, very nice-looking black suit with a white shirt and blue tie. Matt said to me, in a low voice so that no one else heard, that Thandie liked me. Really, really liked me. "And," he added, "she's pregnant. And..." Matt paused, not sure how to go on.

I finished his thought: "That's right, Thandie and I have never had sex, so someone else is the father."

"Right."

"But she has feelings for me."

"Right."

To my own surprise, the thought of being with Thandie and helping her to raise a baby fathered by someone else appealed powerfully to me.

The young movie stars and Matt Damon suddenly started rushing along to some destination unknown to me, carrying me along in their current. I felt that I was walking along in stockinged feet, and I wanted to stop and get some shoes to match the new suit I was wearing. As I was being swept along I saw some men's shoes in a storefront. But then I looked down and saw that I had been wearing a pair of elegant shoes the whole time. The shoes were so light that it had felt as if I was not wearing shoes.

With some effort I broke free from the roaring stream of youthful actors, and tried to go straight back to Thandie's store, but I got lost. I couldn't find my way around in the enormous mall at all. I knew that Thandie's store was on the 2nd floor, but I couldn't even tell which floor I was on at any given time. Finally I asked someone for directions. And after asking several more people for directions, I found Thandie's store.

It had become dark. I assumed this was because the mall was closing, or had closed. I saw Thandie's sillouette from some distance away. I called out: "This is going to sound like we're in high school: Matt says you like me."

Thandie replied, "Were a lot of your classmates pregnant in high school?"

"Probably," I said, "but they managed to keep it from me."

"So what do you think?" Thandie asked.

"I think it's wonderful that you like me. I'm in," I said, and I sat down beside her. "I was trying to run right straight back to you since Matt told me. But I kept getting lost. I think it's true what they say: that it's for the best when the woman picks the man."

"Who says that?" Thandie asked, as I sat down beside her.

"Well... I do. And people who agree with me about that."

"You feel the same about me?"

"Honestly, I had never thought about you that way, but I'm feeling more and more, every moment. I'm here. I'm in. Yes. Yes. Yes. That's how I feel."

"I'm a mess."

"No," I said, "you're really not," and I woke up.