New York.
I seriously had one of the scariest dreams last night. It was so bizarre. And I refused to forget it so as soon as I woke up I texted every detail that I remembered to myself so I could post it or write it down later. So here it is:
My dream I guess started off in Connecticut. I'm only guessing Connecticut because when my cousin (who lives in NY) graduated from grad school, we went to her graduation and her school was in Connecticut.
The campus was really beautiful. Well, in my dream it seemed like we were on that campus. There was a giant fountain and we were all golly and happy. I was with my youth group from church ( not all of them, but most of them were there. I couldn't tell you exactly who was there, it was kinda fuzzy)and there were pink go carts everywhere for us to drive. Every time I wanted to drive one, some random person from across the field would run up to one before me and scream "SHOT GUN" and jump in the drivers seat and drive away. (WHICH MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE SHOT GUN MEANS TO GET THE PASSENGERS SIDE). Finally, when I was able to approach one without someone getting it before me, we all hopped in.
For some reason the steering wheel wasn't on the drivers side, but on the front of the go kart. I had to pull it off and attach it in front of the drivers seat. And there was no brake, just a gas pedal. o__O
So we're driving down what looks like a street in New York, and we're going super fast and it was really horrible. I would reach down with my left foot (idk why it was my left foot, when it should have been my right) to search around for a brake pedal, and it wouldn't be there. But then sometimes, it'd magically be there, but it'd SUPER SUPER small and at a weird angle where my left foot couldn't hit it correctly.
Getting frustrated, I looked down and stared at the brake pedal wondering what's up with it, and everyone screamed "VANICE!!". I looked up and saw a huge yellow school bus about to smash into us. I quickly swerved out of the way and went on the opposite side of the street. I could of sworn I was on the right side of the street, I thought to myself, but then ANOTHER car almost slams into us. I look at the street signs and they all say "one way" so it turns out I was driving the wrong direction on a one way street. By this time, we're all super confused and lost,absolutely no idea where we are.
I pull off the street onto another one. This one is on a giant hill, and there are a lot of street markets along the side of the road. We all got off the go kart and tried to figure out where we are. (And somehow, the pink go kart had transformed into a pink mo pad.) I forgot how or why, but I end up driving the mo pad down the street to the bottom of the hill. I guess I was going to ask one of the street shop keepers about where we are, but suddenly a man (older man, looks like a hobo) is like, " I like your sneakers. "
I look down at my sneakers (which turned pink somehow) and I'm suddenly filled with fear. Knowing something was about to happen I simply say "uh huh" and attempt to hop back on my mo pad and drive back up to my friends. I jump back on my bike and the man screams, "GIVE THEM TO ME!" and he begins to tug and pull at my shoes. He beats my arms and legs trying to get me to let go of the mo pad. I started screaming and hitting the gas as I could, but my tires just kept spinning and causing smoke but didn't move. Finally I got away, and drive quickly back up the hill. I jumped off my mo pad and started rambling to the others about what just happened, but before I finish, he somehow ends up behind me and says , "Are you gonna give me those shoes or what?". We all started screaming and I push him down and start hitting him. My friends throw a few punches and kicks as well and we all run away. When we're far away from everything my friends start telling me, "You know vanice, you can't just beat up old men like that." (EVEN THOUGH THEY HIT HIM TOO) and I'm all "But he attacked me!". Somehow I end up separated from the group again, cold and lost in the streets of New York. I end up on a street thats semi busy.It's pretty crowded and everyone's just wandering around, as if they're just as lost as I am. A man wearing all black pulls out a gun and starts shooting. Everyone started scattering and I'm so shocked and scared that I don't know where to run. It didn't seem like he was shooting in one direction or at a particular person ( the large crowd of people was standing in the middle of a four way section, and he was shooting the direction of each way). So I'm standing closest to a small alleyway and start running down it. There one or two other people running down the same way. The man with the gun looks towards us and starts shooting our direction. I'm running and yelping with my arms clenched close to my head and take a sharp turn around the corner. ( now the place that the shooting took place kinda looked like a place where an actual shooting took place when I went with my church to NY last summer. Kinda. ) Now at this point I'm wandering down another street somewhere in the city (it looks like somewhere in brooklyn, where my mom's friend lives AKA A SUPER CREEPY LOOKIN' PLACE). By this time it's dark outside and I'm really getting scared. I look around and recognize where I am. I have a deep feeling in my gut that I can't be more than a few blocks from bibi's house (even though that's in the bronx) and I know I'm almost back to the house! Just when I started to feel a little better I hear shouting coming from down the street. Frightened, I dive near a large ford truck and whip out my cell phone. I try calling Dave ( my youth pastor) but my phones all messed up. When I type in dave in my address book it comes up was DavetrycallingsomeonewhenImessupyourphone and his number is just random numbers and I know that someone messed up my phone. For some reason, I know immediately that it was the man who tried to steal my sneakers was the one who messed up my phone. I try to call Becca ( Dave's wife ) and he messed up her number too. Idk what to do, because I had no numbers memorized to call. The shouting and the noise continued to get louder, so I crawl under the truck. I try calling Rachel's moms cell phone ( because I actually once had this memorized ) but I could barely remember it. When I did think I had it down, I would try to dial it but my fingers kept slipping and I'd have to start dialing all over again. The shouting continued to get louder and my fear only increased. Knowing that I could only hide under the truck (oh, which looked like the lady who owns Rita's truck,only dark blue and not read), I continued to do so. The truck was parked in front of a building and I had a feeling that someone could see me. Someone came out of the building and got near the truck---
and I woke up because someone called my house.
I'm scared to go back D:
My dream I guess started off in Connecticut. I'm only guessing Connecticut because when my cousin (who lives in NY) graduated from grad school, we went to her graduation and her school was in Connecticut.
The campus was really beautiful. Well, in my dream it seemed like we were on that campus. There was a giant fountain and we were all golly and happy. I was with my youth group from church ( not all of them, but most of them were there. I couldn't tell you exactly who was there, it was kinda fuzzy)and there were pink go carts everywhere for us to drive. Every time I wanted to drive one, some random person from across the field would run up to one before me and scream "SHOT GUN" and jump in the drivers seat and drive away. (WHICH MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE SHOT GUN MEANS TO GET THE PASSENGERS SIDE). Finally, when I was able to approach one without someone getting it before me, we all hopped in.
For some reason the steering wheel wasn't on the drivers side, but on the front of the go kart. I had to pull it off and attach it in front of the drivers seat. And there was no brake, just a gas pedal. o__O
So we're driving down what looks like a street in New York, and we're going super fast and it was really horrible. I would reach down with my left foot (idk why it was my left foot, when it should have been my right) to search around for a brake pedal, and it wouldn't be there. But then sometimes, it'd magically be there, but it'd SUPER SUPER small and at a weird angle where my left foot couldn't hit it correctly.
Getting frustrated, I looked down and stared at the brake pedal wondering what's up with it, and everyone screamed "VANICE!!". I looked up and saw a huge yellow school bus about to smash into us. I quickly swerved out of the way and went on the opposite side of the street. I could of sworn I was on the right side of the street, I thought to myself, but then ANOTHER car almost slams into us. I look at the street signs and they all say "one way" so it turns out I was driving the wrong direction on a one way street. By this time, we're all super confused and lost,absolutely no idea where we are.
I pull off the street onto another one. This one is on a giant hill, and there are a lot of street markets along the side of the road. We all got off the go kart and tried to figure out where we are. (And somehow, the pink go kart had transformed into a pink mo pad.) I forgot how or why, but I end up driving the mo pad down the street to the bottom of the hill. I guess I was going to ask one of the street shop keepers about where we are, but suddenly a man (older man, looks like a hobo) is like, " I like your sneakers. "
I look down at my sneakers (which turned pink somehow) and I'm suddenly filled with fear. Knowing something was about to happen I simply say "uh huh" and attempt to hop back on my mo pad and drive back up to my friends. I jump back on my bike and the man screams, "GIVE THEM TO ME!" and he begins to tug and pull at my shoes. He beats my arms and legs trying to get me to let go of the mo pad. I started screaming and hitting the gas as I could, but my tires just kept spinning and causing smoke but didn't move. Finally I got away, and drive quickly back up the hill. I jumped off my mo pad and started rambling to the others about what just happened, but before I finish, he somehow ends up behind me and says , "Are you gonna give me those shoes or what?". We all started screaming and I push him down and start hitting him. My friends throw a few punches and kicks as well and we all run away. When we're far away from everything my friends start telling me, "You know vanice, you can't just beat up old men like that." (EVEN THOUGH THEY HIT HIM TOO) and I'm all "But he attacked me!". Somehow I end up separated from the group again, cold and lost in the streets of New York. I end up on a street thats semi busy.It's pretty crowded and everyone's just wandering around, as if they're just as lost as I am. A man wearing all black pulls out a gun and starts shooting. Everyone started scattering and I'm so shocked and scared that I don't know where to run. It didn't seem like he was shooting in one direction or at a particular person ( the large crowd of people was standing in the middle of a four way section, and he was shooting the direction of each way). So I'm standing closest to a small alleyway and start running down it. There one or two other people running down the same way. The man with the gun looks towards us and starts shooting our direction. I'm running and yelping with my arms clenched close to my head and take a sharp turn around the corner. ( now the place that the shooting took place kinda looked like a place where an actual shooting took place when I went with my church to NY last summer. Kinda. ) Now at this point I'm wandering down another street somewhere in the city (it looks like somewhere in brooklyn, where my mom's friend lives AKA A SUPER CREEPY LOOKIN' PLACE). By this time it's dark outside and I'm really getting scared. I look around and recognize where I am. I have a deep feeling in my gut that I can't be more than a few blocks from bibi's house (even though that's in the bronx) and I know I'm almost back to the house! Just when I started to feel a little better I hear shouting coming from down the street. Frightened, I dive near a large ford truck and whip out my cell phone. I try calling Dave ( my youth pastor) but my phones all messed up. When I type in dave in my address book it comes up was DavetrycallingsomeonewhenImessupyourphone and his number is just random numbers and I know that someone messed up my phone. For some reason, I know immediately that it was the man who tried to steal my sneakers was the one who messed up my phone. I try to call Becca ( Dave's wife ) and he messed up her number too. Idk what to do, because I had no numbers memorized to call. The shouting and the noise continued to get louder, so I crawl under the truck. I try calling Rachel's moms cell phone ( because I actually once had this memorized ) but I could barely remember it. When I did think I had it down, I would try to dial it but my fingers kept slipping and I'd have to start dialing all over again. The shouting continued to get louder and my fear only increased. Knowing that I could only hide under the truck (oh, which looked like the lady who owns Rita's truck,only dark blue and not read), I continued to do so. The truck was parked in front of a building and I had a feeling that someone could see me. Someone came out of the building and got near the truck---
and I woke up because someone called my house.
I'm scared to go back D: