Malls and Genetic Alterations

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My dream last night took a lot of strange turns, and I wish I could remember it more clearly. I think I could get at least a couple NaNoWriMo books out of it if I could.

It began in a mall. I was talking to someone about the fancy spas nearby and checking out the prices through their window. An older man overheard and chimed into the conversation. It turned out that he was an older actor from General Hospital who I recognized. It's been too long since I watched the show for me to place him at once. To be respectful, I didn't point out that I recognized him (I knew precisely who he was in the dream) and instead just kept chatting.

At some point, a young woman with curly blond hair and an attractive guy joined in. We were all talking, but then it was time for her to do her "set". All along the mall, there were niches in the walls where various performers would set up and put no acts. She did a mystic act that was pretty crazy involving dancing (to oddly inappropriate pop songs like "1,000 Miles" by Vanessa Carlisle).

I wanted to see the guy again, so I kept wandering the acts and trying to spot him. I found the older gentleman again but couldn't find the young guy. At some point as I was walking along, the dream apparently changed entirely. I was now a doctor who specialized in genetic alterations. A little girl at the mall was somehow badly hurt by one of the summoned security people. The security was called up when they were needed, and as soon as they weren't needed anymore, they began to decompose until they turned into dust. Then they'd be resummoned whole and ready for the next mission. The evil guard dude in question was played by Julian McMahon thanks to our seeing RED (so good!) in the theater the other day, apparently.

The girl would have died without help, so myself and the cute guy (who was suddenly another doctor working with me) put her into what basically looked like a plate glass window with space between. We slipped her in and then some gel liquid was added. This liquid attached to her and began "filling in" the injured spots and trying to heal her body by binding with it. The issue, of course, is that a certain amount of mutation always happens with these things (apparently). By the time her mother was there, we were trying to minimize the mutation, but it was impossible to stop entirely. When we told the mother that her daughter would likely end up a cyclops, she started crying and saying that we should have just let her die.

That pissed us right off since being a little unusual's better than being dead, and we'd grown pretty attached to the kid while we were treating her. She was probably about seven or eight.

Unfortunately before I was able to find out her fate, the alarm cut into the action and stopped the story.