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I am home alone, except my house is in the country somewhere, the very picture of rural isolation. JayCee is skulking in my driveway, poking around the car(the one she stole, which I apparently still own in this) I step onto the porch and yell at her to get off my property. She appears to leave, but when I go out to check the car, she bullrushes me, pushing me head-over-heels into the passenger seat. She starts the car and speeds off. I am indignant, screaming uselessly at her to TURN AROUND IMMEDIATELY. I cannot or will not physically fight her. All I can do is yell. Eventually, after what seems like hours of driving, I somehow manage to have a celphone. She threatens to "kick [my] ass" if I call the police, but I do anyway. County sheriffs' cars descend on our speeding vehicle and pull us into a convenience store parking lot. I am rescued.
Or, I thought I was. I am at a police station, talking to an officer about what happened. I have the distinct feeling that I am treated like this whole situation is a massive inconvenience. Like it is somehow my fault that a crazy woman kidnapped me for 100 miles. JayCee is on the other side of a two-way mirror. Her mother is there. They are talking to a deputy. I am brusquely escorted out into the waiting area, where a legal secretary of some kind approaches me with a clipboard. On it is a grid:
Press Charges | Dismiss Charges | File Report
I am advised to dismiss the charges and just go home. Shocked, I demand to know why. I am told that if I press charges, that I will be detained as well; firing a gun is punishable by 30 days or a $5000 fine. Aghast, I watch as a smug Jay and her mother leave. I have no choice but to sign under "Dismiss Charges."
I never had a gun.
Also, I can't drive myself home. But that doesn't matter as the car is impounded. No one will answer my phone calls. It is well after midnight. In my pajamas, I board the wrong bus and end up at a college campus that looks a lot like WVU, and wander around aimlessly. I follow an after-bar group to an all-night self-serve cafeteria. I stand and sit as far from them as I can. I overfill a glass with iced coffee, am laughed at, then leave. It is early morning. Somehow, I find Derric and Jennifer sitting under a tree. They are wearing whiteface and black lipstick, but wearing normal clothes. I tell them about what happened but they ignore me. They talk about being "designer" and "Goth" at the same time.
I wonder what the hell is going on.
Stupid brain and its stupid brain antics. For real. I jarred awake from this f-ed up confabulation around 4:30, and after failing to go back to sleep, puttered around the house until it was time to go to school. Then, I fell asleep in Biology. :<
It's not that it was a particularly SCARY dream (though it had scary elements), but I could NOT make myself go back to sleep. I hate feeling helpless and lost and alone, and that seems to be the recurring theme in most of my "nightmares".
Or, I thought I was. I am at a police station, talking to an officer about what happened. I have the distinct feeling that I am treated like this whole situation is a massive inconvenience. Like it is somehow my fault that a crazy woman kidnapped me for 100 miles. JayCee is on the other side of a two-way mirror. Her mother is there. They are talking to a deputy. I am brusquely escorted out into the waiting area, where a legal secretary of some kind approaches me with a clipboard. On it is a grid:
Press Charges | Dismiss Charges | File Report
I am advised to dismiss the charges and just go home. Shocked, I demand to know why. I am told that if I press charges, that I will be detained as well; firing a gun is punishable by 30 days or a $5000 fine. Aghast, I watch as a smug Jay and her mother leave. I have no choice but to sign under "Dismiss Charges."
I never had a gun.
Also, I can't drive myself home. But that doesn't matter as the car is impounded. No one will answer my phone calls. It is well after midnight. In my pajamas, I board the wrong bus and end up at a college campus that looks a lot like WVU, and wander around aimlessly. I follow an after-bar group to an all-night self-serve cafeteria. I stand and sit as far from them as I can. I overfill a glass with iced coffee, am laughed at, then leave. It is early morning. Somehow, I find Derric and Jennifer sitting under a tree. They are wearing whiteface and black lipstick, but wearing normal clothes. I tell them about what happened but they ignore me. They talk about being "designer" and "Goth" at the same time.
I wonder what the hell is going on.
Stupid brain and its stupid brain antics. For real. I jarred awake from this f-ed up confabulation around 4:30, and after failing to go back to sleep, puttered around the house until it was time to go to school. Then, I fell asleep in Biology. :<
It's not that it was a particularly SCARY dream (though it had scary elements), but I could NOT make myself go back to sleep. I hate feeling helpless and lost and alone, and that seems to be the recurring theme in most of my "nightmares".