While staying at a place a couple towns over, I dream of the last blockbuster. It’s in Bend, Oregon, and it’s a real place.
But in the dream, it’s too crowded for my preference, during the pandemic and all. They serve hipster-y crusty sandwich buns that look pretty good, but I sneak out the side over a railing.
I never saw the Blockbuster sign. And I guess I didn’t need to go upon waking: I’d just been there last night.