Puppy Ferret creatures thrown down a well, boo hoo.

I'm at this store. It's really modern and dark and I'm looking for jeans but I can't find any that fit right. A woman working there told me they were closing in 4 hours and because I wasn't contributing to anything I had to leave. I went towards the back of the stores where there were a lot of mirrors, then I was in the back of my mom's tan van with a few people. Someone had noticed this black woman walking up towards the car. We were parked near a marsh behind the store. The person who noticed the woman told me to lock the car doors but we didn't. She got in and held a gun to my head and told me to give her my wallet. It was in my bag in the front of the car. $110 cash. $100 check. Debit Card. I didn't move. I didn't say anything.

I slept over Dana Kimmelman's house. Then I was in my dad's room. It was 5 in the morning, but sunlight poured into the room. I looked in the mirrors and noticed a slit above my eyebrow. someone had operated on me and gotten inside my brain. I looked at my back and noticed 2 more scars. On from my first heart operation, another from the same operation where they had invaded my brain. Both I had no memory of. I asked my dad about them, he had no idea. I heard my mom walk down the steps from the third floor. She passed the room only peering in slightly. I also asked Julia Margolis' father, who did not have an answer for me either.

I was then in this house. A little girl was next to me throwing ferret puppy creatures with santa clauses attached to them down a stone well. The well, ending up leading to a basement. I climbed down to rescue the puppy ferrets who were safe but ended up stumbling across a modern fairly large sized room of all these paintings, modern and something like Keith Harring's work. The little girl who was tossing the ferret puppies down the well had owned it all. I met him and he invited me to live there. I did. There was a restaurant inside as well. When I left the place, which was a year or so later I was walking down the street with Bethany Pomata. We called Sarah Jurkofski who said there was a party in Narberth. I didn't go.