I started out at a mall, and I was waiting for a bunch of people. I was waiting for Em (wife), her family, and my family. I was in one of the main hallway areas, and I was wondering where they could be. Everything in there was pretty darkly decorated. The floor was brown and black spotted marble or granite, and the walls were all dark. The ceiling was a bit low, and the only light in the place seemed to be coming from sparse skylights and the doors that went outside.
I walked down to one stand in the middle of the mall, and then I turned around and walked back. As I walked back, I noticed that there was a fountain in this area. The area was a bit like a crossing of two major hallways of the mall. I kept walking a bit past my original point, keeping an eye out for the family, but I didn't see anyone. I went into a kiosk that was supposed to be from the bedding section of some place like Sears or JCPenny. There was a lot of gossamer curtains hanging up around, and there was a lot of lace and fluffy down pillows and mattresses. It seemed a bit overwhelming, actually. Everything was only in white, too. There was no color to it.
I wound up leaving the kiosk and going back to the fountain area, and as I looked towards one of the doors off to my right (as I was facing the original direction in which I walked before I turned around and went to the bedding kiosk) and I saw Em, mom, Eric, and Matthew (brothers) coming through and heading for me. I was happy to see them, and they were happy to see me. I offered them something to eat while we waited for Em's parents, and we wound up having some Irish Stew served in a bread bowl. It was very good. Finally Em's parents showed up. We hung out and talked for a bit.
The next thing I remember is that it's suddenly very early in the morning, and Em, Matthew, and I are outside of the mall, heading up towards one of the main entrances. The entrance was in a sort of an alcove or atrium like area. Three sides of it had mall entrances, and one side faced the street. Everything was painted all white, and the "roof" of the atrium was supported on square white pillars.
We turned and went to the entrance to the left. There were guards in front of the doors. They were there to keep out any of the "early bird" shoppers. I knew, though, that I was there for another reason. I went up to them, completely intent on getting inside, and when they tried to block my passage inside, I said to them, as straight and serious as I could, "You know who I'm here to see."
In my mind I had formulated that I was there to see the Archangel Gabriel. They looked at each other, looked back and me, nodded, and stepped out of our way. Once I was inside, I was alone. I thought Em and Matthew had come in with me, but they were no longer there. At the same time, I didn't notice that they had gone missing. I just basically forgotten that they had been there to start with.
Anyway, I went in, and I wound up at this bar area that was in some sort of lobby, almost like it was a hotel or something. At the bar, I found him: Archangel Gabriel. The funny thing was that he was drunk, and not only that, but he was John Goodman. He stumbled up out of his stool and meandered over in my direction. I think that I asked him about being John Goodman,(or maybe I just wondered to myself, but he heard my thought) and he basically replied that it didn't matter and that he could look however he wanted to. I accepted that, and all was well. We went over to an area that had several rows of tan metal fold-down chairs. As we were talking, I was also watching us talk from an outside perspective.
Shortly after this, I was fully an outside spectator, and someone that just looked like me (a thinner and younger me) was the one talking to him. I decided to go ahead and take my leave, and I wound up only being able to leave by crawling over several rows of these metal fold-down chairs. They were packed really tightly together, and I figured that I'd go more unnoticed if I didn't try to walk through them or move them out of my way.
Finally I got to the short wall that separated the seating area from a walking aisle, almost like the edge of church pews have the part that almost acts like a wall that makes the distinct aisle between the rows. Anyway, I finally got out there to the aisle, and hopped over the wall, where I promptly fell down on my face. I quickly got up and turned right, heading back out the way that I originally came in. In a way I was watching myself from yet another outside perspective as I was doing this.
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