What are walmart dreams about?

Okay, first off, some context from the day before I had my dream.
So, yesterday I ran out of snacks. It was too cold to go to Walmart to get more snacks, but I *really* wanted some snacks. So, I ate some frozen mangoes (those are really fucking good by the way, I highly recommend), but they were freezer-burnt and watery. **A true tragedy.** So I sat there, snackless.

And that was pretty much my entire night.

Then, when I went to sleep, I had a fucking awesome dream.

It was still yesterday, and I was sitting there. Sitting there with my frozen mangoes. And then, my doorbell rang. I ran upstairs, opened the door, and my friend was there. *And guess what -* **he was holding two bags of Doritos.** One bright red, one a deep metallic black - Nacho Cheese and Sweet Chili Heat. *Fuck yes.*

So, he put them on my stairs. I asked him why he had come, and he had no response. He didn't want to stay, he just came to drop off the Doritos. He was my Dorito saviour.

And then I woke up. I didn't even get to hear the crinkle of the bag as I popped the top of the airy bags to access my flavour-rich, crunchy, orangey-red triangles. It felt so real. They were in my subconscious grasp.

I checked everywhere just to make sure, but it was all a lie, a false memory of an unfathomable desire.

*Now, I sit here, longing for the brittle crunch of the delectable Dorito.*

I had a dream I was taking a buzzfeed quiz. It was “how many Walmart gift cards are you worth” and the first question was “you’re at the club; who’s holding the egg rolls”

Super weird. But tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if it actually was a buzzfeed quiz🤷🏻‍♀️

I had this dream a while ago and still can’t really wrap my head around what it could mean.

In this dream I was inside a huge empty store (like a Walmart or a Costco). I was the only person in this store. I took out a pack of chewing gum (don’t remember brand or flavour) and when I would eat it, everything inside the store would start floating, and there was no longer any gravity. For the rest of the dream I was bouncing off of items like mattresses and walls.

Bear (lol) with me because it’s long. It seemed hours long and so detailed it could’ve been a movie.

It started off with me getting invited to a huge house party to support the election of some state governor. Super fancy, living room basically the size of half a Walmart. Windows on the side, each one bigger than my condo. And between each window and in the corners were live palm trees (somehow) with lights all around them. The governor (young, shortish, clean shaven) had his assistant (a HUGE like 6’6” black guy with red eyes) find me and a few other people to bring downstairs for a tour I guess? While we were walking down he said “I hope you like the palm trees- I had them put in for you, since you suggested it” or something dumb like that. It made me feel good- like he actually knew who I was. Anyways we get downstairs for the tour and it’s a long wind of several rooms that connect to each other. I was sitting in one of the corner rooms on an extra large couch with a lot of other people. A kid across from me had a black and grey large dog with him. It was kind of an eerie tone down there since there weren’t any windows. Many of the walls were red. The governor passes through with several of his agents, showing off his pet POLAR BEAR which was huge. The polar bear stopped and looked at the dog. The dog was wagging its tail and barking like it wanted to say hi. The agents were pulling on the bear’s leashes to keep going but the boy released the dog to let it say hi. The bear took one swipe at it with its massive paw and left a huge bleeding open wound on its chest. The bear was taken out of the room and someone picked up the dog and moved it so it was facing me and wrapped a towel around the wound. It had almost human like, blue bulging eyes, like it was in shock. I ended up returning upstairs for a bit to try and forget about that.

After being at the party for a while I heard a weird noise downstairs and decided to investigate. This time, almost no one was down there. Until I got to the room adjacent to where the dog was mauled. The bear was there, standing on its hind legs. It swiped at a few people, including the governors wife. Everyone was laying dead. I was afraid it would turn around and see me so I tried to play dead too. I opened one eye and saw the bear, standing on its hind legs, with bright red eyes. The bears skin was shed off to reveal the assistant and the governor inside. The assistant immediately ran out of the door (that led outside). Holding still was like trying to hold still during an MRI- I felt myself twitch and heard the governor walking towards me. I shot up, and told him I was actually alive and that I was so sorry and that I wouldn’t tell anyone. He smiled and said I know and told me to get back upstairs as fast as possible, and then he ran outside. The entire carpet in the room was stained with blood, and the bear skin looked huge sprawled across the floor. I quickly got back upstairs and found my parents.

Later in the night, everyone was either leaving or going to their assigned rooms to sleep. Of course, my bed was in a room that included the stairs leading down to the basement. I couldn’t sleep, and kept looking down the dark stairwell from my bed. Suddenly I was pulled by my ankle. I look up to see the governors wife. Pretty, short, lots of old timey makeup. And she was dead. Like a ghost but could still touch me. I kept trying to run out into the main room, but she kept grabbing me and asking why she deserved to die and if I thought she was pretty. I eventually got out and found the room my parents were staying in. They were watching the news on tv- and the main headline was about the governor. It was known what he did, and he hadn’t been found yet.

Hello!
Last night I had a strange vivid dream. For a bit of background: I am a female- early 20s. I've been asking the Universe to reveal the dark parts of myself so I can address/take care of those aspects.

With that said, here's my dream:
I was famous in this reality, and for some reason I was at a Walmart with some friends. An old man followed me in the store, and kept telling me "Satan is in your trunk. Satan is in your trunk." He also implied that my trunk was open.

He was referring to the trunk of my car. I brushed him off, because I knew I didn't leave my trunk open. I laughed at this guy with my friends, and I started mocking him for saying such a strange thing to me. I started Snapchatting friends, and telling others what this old guy was doing.

After all of that, I went out to the parking lot, and saw a trunk had been open. It wasn't my car though. That's all I remember.

So, what could this mean?