reality is freaky
This morning I had to wake myself up from a repulsive and terrifying dream.
I dreamed that Kellen and I were driving home from this insanely fun hotel party and that we stopped to get some snacks and stuff in a bad part of California. Upon entering the 7-11, I saw a mother and three children stealing Pureology shampoo. I remember thinking that I should follow them. Kellen was wearing jeans and his navy blue and gold UCSB hoodie. It was cold outside and no one had been nice to us when we asked for directions. Kellen hurried me along and as I was getting into the car, a dark complexioned young man popped out from the car next to us and tried to get in mine. I was able to act fast and lock the door so he wasn't able to get in with me. Kellen on the other hand was locked outside with the armed young man. Kellen screamed to me that this was serious and I needed to call for help immediately. I turned on the car and drove out of the parking lot trying to look for street names to tell the 911 operator where to send the ambulance. It came immediately and as I was turning around, I heard a gunshot. I drove up just in time to see the officers carrying Kellen's lifeless body into the squad car. They put him in the back seat and avoided eye contact with me. I was frantic and wanting to hear that he was going to be just fine, but I didn't receive any reassurance. I asked if he died, and they just nodded. One officer explained that Kellen died from a gunshot to the head, but he had his hands over his head so they were bloody too. I screamed and got nauscious and told that that this was just a dream. They all looked up at me and said, "No dear, this is your reality."
Then after realizing that I had no way out of this mess, that this MIGHT be real, I looked at my shoes, and told myself to get out.
and i woke up.
I dreamed that Kellen and I were driving home from this insanely fun hotel party and that we stopped to get some snacks and stuff in a bad part of California. Upon entering the 7-11, I saw a mother and three children stealing Pureology shampoo. I remember thinking that I should follow them. Kellen was wearing jeans and his navy blue and gold UCSB hoodie. It was cold outside and no one had been nice to us when we asked for directions. Kellen hurried me along and as I was getting into the car, a dark complexioned young man popped out from the car next to us and tried to get in mine. I was able to act fast and lock the door so he wasn't able to get in with me. Kellen on the other hand was locked outside with the armed young man. Kellen screamed to me that this was serious and I needed to call for help immediately. I turned on the car and drove out of the parking lot trying to look for street names to tell the 911 operator where to send the ambulance. It came immediately and as I was turning around, I heard a gunshot. I drove up just in time to see the officers carrying Kellen's lifeless body into the squad car. They put him in the back seat and avoided eye contact with me. I was frantic and wanting to hear that he was going to be just fine, but I didn't receive any reassurance. I asked if he died, and they just nodded. One officer explained that Kellen died from a gunshot to the head, but he had his hands over his head so they were bloody too. I screamed and got nauscious and told that that this was just a dream. They all looked up at me and said, "No dear, this is your reality."
Then after realizing that I had no way out of this mess, that this MIGHT be real, I looked at my shoes, and told myself to get out.
and i woke up.