Dream Journal 6/7/18 | Cookie Shop

I had just started a new job at a cookie shop, and I showed up for my first day of training. The other workers were younger than me, all around 18 years old, and were dressed way too nicely to be working in a cookie shop. I asked one of the guys what I was supposed to be doing, and he told me that the boss would be back soon, and that I needed to fill out some stuff on the office computer.

He took me into the back office, which looked more like the office in a strip club. There were posters of half naked women all over the walls, and the lights were different, neon colors. I sat down at the desk in the center of the room, and he opened up the program to get me started, then left the room.

The questions I had to answer were all really personal, asking about height and weight, breast size, sexual partners, etc. I got up and went back out to the room, where all the teens were. I demanded to talk to the boss, and asked when she was going to be in, and all of the teens turned and pointed to another door off to the side of the room.

I walked into the room, where I found another office. There was a woman sitting at a computer, wearing what I can only describe as a stripper outfit. She motioned for me to sit down, and introduced herself. She then told me that the cookie shop was a front for a brothel/strip club, and she was hiring me to work at the bar, and also as a dancer. I told her I was completely uncomfortable with that, and got up to leave, but there was a bouncer at the door blocking my way.

The woman told me that I wasn’t allowed to leave, because I had seen too much. I started hitting and punching the bouncer, and managed to shove him to the side so that I could run out of the room. I was in a long hallway, lined with colored, neon lights. I could hear the woman screaming at the bouncer, and I ducked into a nearby room.

The room was what I imagine Christian Grey’s “red room” from 50 Shades of Grey (I read the books, but didn’t see the movies), with a large four post bed in the center, and all sorts of… devices… strewn across the room.

I could hear footsteps in the hallway, and the woman hollering some more…

And then, I woke up.


Author: Super Jan

I'm just an introvert, trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a casual gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying my best.

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