Record store, missing stuff and sad gender things…

Weird dreams Something about looking all over for this stuff I’d had and I finally found it outside by the trash up on this hill And I guess it was up there because I had been getting rid of it but they’d thought they could sell it and also realized it was no good and there was a bunch of other stuff outside for sale and i realized they was how people made money there There were these creepy analee figures like my grandma had and all this other stuff Then another part about being at work (I think at a record store?) And then the cops come in and start talking to the other guy there either my boss or he might have just been another employee So I wondered why they weren’t talking to me And they’re accusing him of stealing these things we have (might have been Michael Jackson music or something it was some music thing tho) And he says he didn’t which duh of course not But they’re being assholes and hassling him and he’s like I’ve been here the whole time. I haven’t stolen these. And they keep it up So he was apparently gonna have to prove he didn’t do it but I think it was gonna be ok But just also be a hassle So I realize maybe they’re not questioning me because they don’t realize I work there So I decided to go test it by grabbing my jacket and bag or hat (whatever I had there) and ease myself through the store and sure enough the cops didn’t say anything Then another part about buying these sheets of paper from this old snooty lady And after buying a few (she said they were a dollar apiece) I asked to buy more and for her to cut me a deal but she said no So I just got five (or was planning to get five?) and leave I think it was for painting or something. It was some cool paper Something about being in a nasty argument with my mom and going to sleep in this half completed tiny house under a tarp and I kept saying mean things until she walked away Then this (I think after i went back to sleep) I saw this kid riding a bike and people were like glad or excited about him doing it And I started crying because people hadn’t cared about me doing it and I just went and cried to my partner in the car saying I wished it mattered And I was wishing I could have been raised like him