Dreaming about Walmart again

This was a couple of nights ago. I dreamed I was working at Walmart and I needed to send Kacie on her break, but I couldn't find her. I pulled her name up on my handheld to see what register she was signed onto, and there were pictures so I could actually see what the cashiers were doing. I found Kacie, and she was sleeping in a sleeping bag on a floor. I recognized the carpet as being from a local church. I decided to go find her.

I hopped in my car and drove over to the church, and sure enough, there was Kacie, as well as about fifty other people, sleeping on the floor of this church in the sanctuary. My dad, who pastored this church, was quite distraught. He had just taken this church a week or so ago and to his dismay, found it was a very hyper-pentecostal church that spent most of their time waiting for Jesus to come back, which is why they were all camped out in the sanctuary.

I spent quite some time talking to my dad about this, when suddenly my cell phone rang. It was Rosie, one of the co-managers at Walmart. She said the other CSMs were looking for me and that Rachel needed her lunch. I hadn't realized I had been gone so long, so I hightailed it back to Walmart where I found Rachel curled up in the fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably. I rubbed her back and tried to make her feel better. After she finally calmed down, she explained to me that she had a fear of abandonment. I felt terrible, leaving her at Walmart all by herself, and I promised her that I would never leave her again.

But later on, when it was lunchtime, I wanted to go to Taco Bell, and then when my lunch was over, my car wouldn't start. I was really worried about Rachel, so I tried to figure out what to do. I realized there were two ways to get back to Walmart, and that one of the ways was all downhill. I hoped that if I got a good rolling start, the inertia would carry me the rest of the way, and maybe the engine would turn over and start. It worked for awhile, but then I came up to an intersection with heavy cross traffic and I was afraid I would get squashed if I didn't stop. Unfortunately, I couldn't get my car going again after I had brought it to a stop.

Luckily, Vicki Swalls came by saw I was having car trouble. She hitched my car, which was one of those two-wheeled things that mall cops drive, to the back of her truck and pulled me to Hymera where my parents lived, and they took me to Walmart.