December 12, 2018

I had a dream I was in high school with my mom and aunts. They were having a parent prom the night of and were told to stay after school to get ready meaning I would have to find my own ride home. School let out and I started walking down the familiar school hall that I’ve seen in my dreams multiple times before. There was a lady double checking prom passes at a table from Manila folders. I couldn’t catch a bus for some reason. I found one guy that looked like my ex Corey, I think it was him. I saw this weird montage of him dancing with friends and being happy which was good. I was happy but didn’t pay much attention until he walked up to me. He asked if I needed a ride home and I said yes. We began walking outside and he touched my butt and urgent thoughts began going through my head telling me this wasn’t a good idea because he’ll know where I live and he’ll know I’m all alone and he could hurt me. But then all of a sudden this handsome brown skin guy cane and said he’d take me home. He had really pretty brown eyes. Corey said “ but his car only has two seats “ and he looked sad and defeated but I laughed and kept walking with the guy. He softly held my arm and guided me to his Volkswagen big. It was black. Now, normally, any other girl would complain but this is one of my dream cars ( minus the black exterior ) so I was beyond excited. He opened my door, I get in the car, on what looks like the passenger side and he closes the door for me. For some reason, I ended up in the drivers seat and he ended up behind me. The car just starts moving. First, a normal speed getting out of the school parking lot but gradually picking up speed as we get on the main two-sided street . At first, I thought it was cool. Then I realized.... we were going way too fast. I tried to hit the breaks to slow us down but it only sped us up. I looked back at him and told him the brakes don’t work nor do they probably even exist and he threw his head back in this evil, loud laughter. He looked me in my eyes. And he said “ I know “. So at this point, we are going at least 100+ mph on a busy street. I start looking for a grassy area to turn into to try and stop us and I don’t see many. I saw this little median patch and went for it. I turned the wheel as sharp as possible and as you could probably guess... we flipped. The car was totaled and smashed down.

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Day 12

Today, I will be sharing a dream I had last night. Enjoy!

- [x] She kept trying until he politely and manners manner-ably asked her to step aside so he could open it. She looked infatuated with him as he tried to open the door. That disgusted me but I had no time to think about that. I pulled with all my night and he couldn’t open it. He began kicking the door knob. Then he said, “I don’t want to ruin someone else’s property like that. I’ll figure out another way. Thank you, ladies!” and he seemed to walk away from the door. I felt relieved. “Yes, he’s gone! I’m safe!”. Nope. Somehow, he got his fingers in the side wall of the closet and began scratching me. Deeply! I was bleeding, badly. I tried to scoot over but it was no use. I ran out of the closet and tried to call 911 on my phone. My grandma had texted me and said she’d found my location and was coming to pick me up. I’m assuming she was actually supposed to pick me up from school but I didn’t know. She arrived shortly but not before he could get by my side and play the wonderful man facade again to win everyone over. When I got in the truck, it was my grandfathers white Suburban. It was full. There was my Grandaddy, someone in the passenger seat, my brothers girlfriend on the second row, right seat, someone in the seat on the right, and my grandmother, me, and him... I whispered to my brothers girlfriend to call 911 and she said she would but she didn’t. She just nodded and looked out the window. I told my grandmama to call but she said “no, we shouldn’t upset him”. He sat next to me with his arm around me, looking comfortable and confident. My brothers girlfriend asked “does he hit her?” As if he was my actual boyfriend and my grandma just said “mhm”. And that was it. I knew death was coming and I didn’t even know why. But then I woke up...

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Luckily, I lived, I got out and I ran as fast as I could to a surrounding set of stores. This looked familiar. I tried to go into one of the farthest stores. I had blood on my face. Mind you, up to this point, nobody seemed to care that anything was happening to me. Nobody seemed to see me. I went in the store and I saw him getting up and running toward where I was. I bolted to the next strip of stores over which had an Arby’s, some gas stations and a huge Waffle House among other less recognizable stores. I thought I remembered hearing something about Waffle House being one of those safe places so I ran in there. There was a row of bright red chairs at the entrance that I had to run around to get to the counter. There was a group of white women chatting and I ran to them and said “excuse me, I need help. Someone is after me”. She said “that has nothing to do with us... don’t bring us into it” so I spotted a closet and hid in it. I knew he’d be there soon. I was so hurt. Why won’t anyone help me? I’m panting, trying to catch my breath and figure out my next move when all of a sudden, the door to the closet swings open. It’s the rude, white girl. She says “I don’t know if you know this but he’s here” in an annoyed, “please just leave”, nasally type of voice. I slammed the door shut, just as he was opening the door to the restaurant. It was dark. I could barely hear. But they told him exactly where I was. She offered to come get me. She pulled at the door but I pulled harder. I kept it closed.