Alice buys a printer cartridge - or not

As the name implies the entire dream, at least what we remember revolves around buying a spare cartridge for my aged inkjet printer. And as you know, when doing so two problems you often face are
a) you have no idea what exact printer model you actually have at home
b) the cartridges are ridiculously expensive

The dream took place on the streets of an office district with skyscrapers. Most of the time we wandered on the street or waited at bus stops. 'We' were me and at least partly some unknown strangers. Sadly tupper was not to be seen but implied to be there most of the time. I was busy looking up cartridges in an 'electronic newspaper' which was a regular worn newspaper which could be searched like the web and displayed the results.
Wasn't something like this planned?.
I remembered it was a Canon 3something but first results were all vintage cameras in a catalog that looked like it was from the seventies. I found out this is what the inkjet cartridges actually looked like, the shape of an old SLR camera or vaguely like a model of the US capitol in faint red-green color. Looked bulky and big so might hold a lot of ink and could at least serve as a neat paperweight when empty. Less funny was the price at over 300€. This was discussed at length and while it was clear that something was off it was not nearly enough to recognize I was dream. We finally ended up with two options - 340 and 380 which was not only the model but also the price.

Tupper decided to go and look up our printer model which conveniently was in one of the office-skyscrapers nearby. From her perspective but without me being in even faint control she ran through the empty building like I had in a previous dream and at some point realized it was a dream but yet failed to become lucid. She just feared the dream would shift to something else but this was prevented with extreme prejudice.
While I often get lost doing something completely different or never find what I am looking for in dreams Alice remained focused on her mission - must find printer!
As soon as it was implied that some zombies / monsters / whatever could be in the building tupper went into rage mode with an outburst or radiation and metal spines from her body like in the hilbilly-monster dream. Like ’I don't have time for this crap, get out of my dream!’



Oddly this seemed to be enough to convince even the brain not to interfere and stabilized the dream to continue in a normal direction. More or less normal.
Not sure what happened next but it was assumed Alice had completed her mission and exited the building, forcefully landing on top of the bus station housing I was supposedly waiting in. A bus was just leaving and she tried to jump on its roof but it was faster and drove away so she fell to the ground like in some cartoon. Somehow this was the funniest thing ever and she kept laughing while racing after the bus at absurd speed up to the next station where I exited with the anonymous group of people advising me on printer issues. Strangely for a moment both me and Alice could be seen in a 3rd perspective and she was wearing a blue swimsuit. Tupper does not wear blue swimsuits but again while very odd I could not be convinced it was a dream. Alice was still laughing while telling me how she fell of the bus station roof but being no-nonsense tupper still remembered her duty and explained of course it was the 340 printer model.

With this mystery solved we walked back to the previous bus station - why? - and I remarked that 340€ for a printer cartridge was absurd. A man passing by and overhearing our conversation joined in and asked if it was even worth spending so much on an old printer and in the end we agreed it was not. Therefore the entire story was completely pointless even from within the dream but whatever.
Anyway now I knew I had a Canon Pixma 340.

mfw never owned a Canon printer in my life

'The Chinese Museum' or 'walking is always better than taking the bus'

Most of this dream was about me running through a huge place that was supposed to be a not-yet finished museum in China but looked more like a conference center or large hotel. It was clear I was not supposed to be in there but enjoyed running around at high speed in huge rooms and long halls, avoiding being seen but there never was anyone except voices far away paying no attention to me. It was really fun and at some point I read some - western - posters with the usual warping text in dreams. I focused really hard and momentarily realized it was a dream but instantly forgot. Was strange to see each letter constantly changing its form. As often while reading in dreams I got extremely tired during this and must have briefly fallen asleep.

I ended up outside in a street which was closed for construction and I asked a Chinese policeman where I was supposed to go. He said I could still go through as it was only closed for traffic but not pedestrians. Walking uphill 'to the airport' for some reason I decided to enter a bus which was just stopping at a station. Strange as I usually like to walk and it was a nice neighborhood. Not being Alice, I couldn't prevent the bus going somewhere completely different and on top of that it was filled with a few really annoying passengers, some obviously retarded children behaving more like monkeys than men. Being someone unable to deal with retards I tried to exit at the next stop but the bus kept going. With things becoming more stressful the dream took the hillbilly-monster ending with tupper waking up and dealing with the situation in the only reasonable way - by setting the bus on fire indiscriminately killing everyone inside.



My objections to such drastic measures were brushed off with 'annoying dream characters have no right to exist'.
That's when I woke up.

I don't remember much but for whatever reason I temporarily stored large amounts of meat in a sock drawer instead of putting it in the freezer because 'later'. Procrastinating further I regularly checked the meat until it started to go bad. Lots of minced beef and chicken filets in plastic ziploc bags. The stuff started to dissolve into a watery goo though luckily there was no smell. Strangely, I hardly ever have any scents in dreams.
Like I would expect IRL, tupper got angry and yelled at me in mindvoice why I hadn't put the stuff in the fridge in time. It clearly was a huge waste and also a total mess that got bigger and bigger while I tried to clean it up until I woke up. Quite a nightmare, felt exhausted.
Kids, let this be a lesson to you and don't put meat in your sock drawer for prolonged periods of time.