Thursday, August 7, 2008

Bad Dream

I woke up this morning after having a nightmare of all nightmares.

So I'm in Miami for whatever. I know that Miami comes from the fact that last night they talked about Miami Outreach in church. Anyway, I'm in my car, driving down there, and I take a stop to use the restroom. I stop at this old broken down building and walk in with my camera and purse in my hand. I'm standing at the door of the restroom just waiting, and I see a man come down an elevator in a grey sweatshirt. He starts to walk past me, and then quickly turns around, gets in my face, and grabs me. He pulls out a knife and tells me that he's not letting me go until he....does me. I beg him not to hurt me as he comes at me with the knife and offer to just give him my camera if he'll let me go. He takes the offer and runs. But he doesn't completely leave. I start to get out my cell phone and he yells from outside and threatens me not to call anybody. So I put away my phone and started running away. I got to some trailer park and like collapsed on the ground. I tried telling people that came out what had just happened, but I couldn't get the words. I started having an asthma attack and couldn't breathe, and every time I went to talk, I could only get out the first syllable of what I wanted to say. And so I just started crying. Bawling, would be more like it. obnoxiously. So some people gave me a ride to some sort of a restaurant/gas station. And on the way there, they got really annoyed at me for crying and told me to shut up. When we got to the place, they just dropped me off and left. I didn't know where I was. So I found some change and used a payphone to call my mom to come pick me up. But when I called her, again, I couldn't breathe or tell her what had happened. Nothing came out. She started talking to me and laughing and telling me about things while I was desperately trying to convey to her what I had just went through. Eventually I got out a couple of words, and she got the gist of it, I guess. She, seemingly annoyed, asked for the address of the place so she could come get me.

And that was basically it.

It's never fun starting your day off with something like that in your head.

I'm praying it will be a positive day.
I have to go put in some more applications at the mall. So pray for me!

I'm kinda sorta maybe missing my boyfriend a little bit.

1 comment:

Joelseph said...

That has to be the saddest dream I've heard in quite a while.

The past two nights, I've had these really long extensive dreams about very strange things. Both mornings it was a huge relief to wake up.