Read and be Terrified
I had the most frightening dream last night. I was on a bus (don't remember where to) and in the seat in front of me there were two young children. They were brother and sister, with no parent in sight taking care of them on the trip. The young boy started up conversation with me by telling me when he grows up he wants to sell drugs. His sister smacked his arm and told him not to be silly. "That's what Daddy does." My heart fell to my stomach, and for whatever reason I felt connected to these kids. I played games with them on the bus, drew pictures with them and tried to give them encouraging words about the future. A man sitting across from us even said, "You are so great with them. If only you were around more often." Just then, the bus came to a stop in a run-down neighborhood seething with danger and no hope. The children hugged me and said this is where they have to get off. Heartsick, I told the children they didn't have to go. They could stay with me. They would be safe with me. With tears in their eyes they got off the bus. I felt like I had died.
Later on (not sure how much time had passed) I decided to go look for the children. They told me horror stories about their father, and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't help. I found the wrecked neighborhood by chance, and ended up wandering into a bar. I went up to the bartender and asked him for a drink (it was something with alcohol in it, but it tasted like water). As I drank, a redneck-looking man and his cohort stared at me from across the room. Their eyes undressed me, and I immediately became frightened. I had to put on a brave face, though, since I was on a dangerous mission. The men approached me, and before they could mutter drunken pickup lines, a little girl in the corner of the bar caught my eye. She was huddled in a ball in the corner, knees to her chin and she was crying. I knew in my gut it was the little girl on the bus, her brother wasn't in sight. The two men noticed me staring at her, and the smaller of the two men said in a burly voice, "Oh. . so I see you've already met my daughter. GET OVER HERE AND STOP YER CRYIN'!" The little girl got up, and her eyes met mine. She remembered me. She ran over and immediately hugged me. She didn't want to let go. . .I didn't want her to let go. Her father ripped us apart violently, and the little girl went flying onto the floor. I went to pick her up in my arms and take her home with me, maybe find where her brother went, but before I could the two men pushed me down to the ground and tried to rape me. They told me this is what I had coming, and it would teach me to mind my own business. I told the little girl to run. Run far away and I would find her. The next thing I knew she was gone, and I fought with all my strength to get the men off me. I finally kicked myself free and ran out the door after the little girl. I kept running and running and I couldn't find her. I felt sick, and I felt like I failed them.
Then I woke up.
Ya. . . it was so fucking horrible. It seemed so real and when I woke up I felt like vomitting from all the action in the dream. My brain was on overdrive. I am still thinking about the vividness of the dream. I wish I knew how to analyze dreams, because this one was a doozy. Some dream/nightmares you remember your whole life. This is one of them.
Later on (not sure how much time had passed) I decided to go look for the children. They told me horror stories about their father, and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't help. I found the wrecked neighborhood by chance, and ended up wandering into a bar. I went up to the bartender and asked him for a drink (it was something with alcohol in it, but it tasted like water). As I drank, a redneck-looking man and his cohort stared at me from across the room. Their eyes undressed me, and I immediately became frightened. I had to put on a brave face, though, since I was on a dangerous mission. The men approached me, and before they could mutter drunken pickup lines, a little girl in the corner of the bar caught my eye. She was huddled in a ball in the corner, knees to her chin and she was crying. I knew in my gut it was the little girl on the bus, her brother wasn't in sight. The two men noticed me staring at her, and the smaller of the two men said in a burly voice, "Oh. . so I see you've already met my daughter. GET OVER HERE AND STOP YER CRYIN'!" The little girl got up, and her eyes met mine. She remembered me. She ran over and immediately hugged me. She didn't want to let go. . .I didn't want her to let go. Her father ripped us apart violently, and the little girl went flying onto the floor. I went to pick her up in my arms and take her home with me, maybe find where her brother went, but before I could the two men pushed me down to the ground and tried to rape me. They told me this is what I had coming, and it would teach me to mind my own business. I told the little girl to run. Run far away and I would find her. The next thing I knew she was gone, and I fought with all my strength to get the men off me. I finally kicked myself free and ran out the door after the little girl. I kept running and running and I couldn't find her. I felt sick, and I felt like I failed them.
Then I woke up.
Ya. . . it was so fucking horrible. It seemed so real and when I woke up I felt like vomitting from all the action in the dream. My brain was on overdrive. I am still thinking about the vividness of the dream. I wish I knew how to analyze dreams, because this one was a doozy. Some dream/nightmares you remember your whole life. This is one of them.