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I had this dream my Dad and I lived at this giant mall - not in one of the stores, but our home was attached. And we had to go shopping for shoes for some reason. But all the shoes in the stores were strange - not funky-strange, but just plain odd. Like big puffy soft shoes (but they were not slippers). Then there was some kind of emergency and a bunch of injured people came into the mall, so we gave them medical attention in the shoe store. Finally I found a pair of blue high heel shoes that I could wear - and I was suddenly wearing a long skirt, tank top and sweater than went with the shoes. I was also wearing a bulky winter jacket.

Dad and I went out in the mall then, and we were heading home. Then someone came running up and told us there was another emergency - a subway train had crashed and we had to help. (just fyi, there are no subways where I live irl) So, I ran back to the shoe store/medical clinic and took off my coat (figuring it'd be too hot). Then I went to the entrance of the mall to wait for survivors... but they told me "No, this time we have to go to them, they are trapped uderground".

So, of course it was freezing and they wouldn't let me go get my coat because there was no time. So these 3 other girls and I were suddenly running down a bunch of stairs to get to the subway. They were really steep and there was about 10 stairs in a set, a landing and tun, then another 10. I was going so fast that I was hitting about 2 steps and then making a flying leap to the landing. In high heels and a tight skirt, no less. Every second landing we had to open a door to get to the next set.

We finally got to the bottom and the last door opened into a huge empty cement room. The door was in the middle of a long wall, and across from us there was an exit in the left corner. There was no door, but the opening was at right angles to us so we couldn't see out into the hallway. There was a couple people opposite from us, along the far wall. One of them had a white arrow sticking out of their chest, to which was attached a white rope. The rope was pulling them into the hall and the other person was trying to hold them back. For some reason the arrow wasn't fatal... and for some reason the people had Down's Syndrome...

My group moved into the room to help, and suddenly high on the left on the wall opposite us there appeared a window. There were 3 people we could see behind it. One of them lifted a white bow and shot the girl beside me in the chest. Again, the arrow was white and had a white rope too. The people behind the glass (which oddly didn't interfere w/ the arrow and rope) started pulling it in, dragging the girl (still alive) towards them. By this point the large, empty room we were in had changed -now there were rows of seats like a theatre or university classroom, and the floor was sloped towards the far wall where the window was.

I heard a noise and turned to my right and looked behind me, up the slope of chairs. There was now another door at the top right of the slope, and there was a guy in jeans, a ratty jean jacket and a black shirt in the doorway. He had messy dark hair and he was bleeding from the chest (altho how could I tell when he was wearing black?). He'd been shot too, and managed to rip the arrow out. He helped us rescue our friend (but not the other 2 people that had been there before, they were gone).

Turns out the arrows don't penetrate very deep (which is why they are non-fatal) but they have some kind of molecular bonder so they are hard to remove. (I have no idea why people that can use molecular bonding are using ARROWS, tho). He told us that the people behind the window were capturing people to use as slaves in their secret underground city. Turns out there was no subway crash, it was just a ruse to get people down there to catch.

Then I woke up - any thoughts, people?

and yes, I do have odd, story-like dreams, and a pretty good recollection of them when I wake up...