Lucid Intent? No
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I was at an old mall outlet somewhere, and discovered Alfred Hitchcock had opened a shop. He was alive, and working in it. He showed me a toy rifle that was wooden and painted in primary colors. He said the best thing about it was that if you put your mouth to it like you were killing yourself and breathed in, its insides funneled the air in such a way that it helped you breathe a lot better, and was great for people with breathing problems.
I just have bad sinuses, but this thing made me feel like a kid again, it helped me breathe so well. I came back in the store several times to sample it, and Hitchcock started poking fun at me for how many times I did it.
His store was mostly empty on the inside, except for some boxes and some things at the register, but the front of it was full of things, and interesting. The only things I remember clearly were holograms that you could purchase. You could have a holographic christmas tree that looked real until you noticed it was translucent and you could put your hand through it, or a holographic radio tower about the size of the christmas tree.
I finally offered to buy the toy gun because it helped me breathe so well, and Hitchcock was complaining that he'd been trying to sell it for months. It was expensive for a toy gun; $20, but worth it to me. I took it home to the old house of my childhood and showed it to my mom. She said it was interesting, but didn't trust it because Alfred Hitchcock sold it to me.
At some point I began to dream that I had dreamt all of this because there was an infommercial on about toy guns with previews to a Hitchcock movie on in between. (I don't even actually have a TV in my room.) I was surprised to find though, that I still had the toy gun, as though I had managed to hold on to it from the dream dimension into reality (which of course was still a dream.)
I haven't seen a Hitchcock movie in ages. I think it's funny how my mind just pulls these things out of nowhere sometimes.