I was visiting you (Melody). It felt like your home, but outside. I felt like Jill and Darla were around somewhere, but not interacting at that point. I helped you with chores. You had fences up like for livestock. I saw a trailer, like a white cargo trailer with different doors on it. You said the dogs were there. I didn't see dogs either, just a few chickens. But our task at hand was to prepare the food for the lions. I didn't see the lions, but the food was like dog food. It appeared to be in a yellow Pedigree brand bag. The kibble was large balls/kibble about the size of a racket ball or golf ball.
I poured out the last bag on a table or bench. It was a good mound, but you said it wasn't enough to feed them all. That we had to go get more. I thought, where could we get lion food? You said," Oh, we can just go to Write Aid, they have it there. I thought, OK...that's interesting. I drove, and we went to the nearest Rite Aid. We were walking in, and then Darla came walking up from a different direction toward me in the parking lot. She was very quiet, and handed me a little box. I opened it, not wrapped, but felt like a gift. I couldn't tell exactly what it was or about, but it was like a little chain. No clasp like a necklace but a short piece of chain. Kinda heavy duty, heavier links than a necklace. I think there was one link or ring that was bigger than the other at the end. I thanked her, and she nodded. She wasn't saying much, and thought she was probably tired, but seemed a little sullen. Wasn't sure what the chain was for exactly.
We continued to walk into the store. We were looking in the garden area for the food, but they didn't have much of anything and certainly no food. They looked like they were not stocking things, just selling what they had. There was a corner of the store, kinda on a platform, that had what seemed to be seasonal or random things on clearance. You walked over to take a look. As I came up you were saying how you loved this chair, and then a bed frame and another piece of furniture not sure exactly, but a table or chest? It was all matching, made of wood, with designs inlayed on different colored wood with diamond shapes (like the playing card diamond) and squares and triangles?? It was a lighter brown wood stain, with colored inlays with the shapes mentioned. It was nice, I agreed. You said you were going to take the whole set. I said OK, and started helping move stuff around to get it out. I took a small piece and started to take it outside to load, and thought I didn't think all of this was going to fit in my 4 Runner. I may have to call someone to help.
As I was going to the door, some men started coming through the door. The first man was dressed in slacks, like a polo shirt, and had a mask on. It looked like a caricature of a man from the 50's?? Like Beaver Cleaver timeframe style with greasy-combed hair and a perfect smile. I hesitated for a moment as he pulled open the door and he bounded in. And apparently I had a thought, but was out loud without realizing, saying that's F'ing creepy. Darla was apparently right behind me carrying something, and she said, yeah, it is. I felt bad because she heard me say the F word. Then, right after the first guy, about 4 or 5 other dudes came in right after, dressed nicely in masks but slightly different from the first. So I waited for everyone to file in, and thought, OK, they were going past me, so I'm going to go about my business as if they were just other customers. I didn't see any weapons like a robbery or direct threat, but felt like they were carrying something which I'm not sure of.
Darla was behind me, and followed me outside. Just out the door there was like a planter with a bush in it. One of the masked guys was just on the other side of the bush from me. He had a cardboard box in his hand, and was dumping out birds next to the bush. They looked like a few adult quails and a dozen or so babies. But the babies were a blue gradient color, from cobalt to turquoise. I thought they were very pretty and cute. But their shape was a little off from a quail, they were more tear drop-shaped than pear-shaped. They all just kinda scurried out and away. But we kept walking toward the 4Runner to load the stuff. In the car, I thought, yeah, not enough room, and then was trying to figure out to call to help to move the big pieces.