Dream #31 - The Pimp
My Friends and I go to a school. This school looks like a southern Victorian school, white columns and floor to ceiling windows. We all wear white ruffled school uniforms.
One day, because I don’t remember the full dream, just the last part, I run in and try to get everyone out of the room, finally, I yell Tornado!
The teacher tells me to sit down. I run to the window and look out, pointing to the oncoming tornado. It looks like a large sheet that has been wrapped around something to make it spin. Only the bottom has not been secured so the edges are flying out as it spins.
It hits the building and we all are very injured.
One of my close friends had a boyfriend. She was a black girl and he was a high rolling pimp. I get flashbacks of how he beat her and tried to suffocate her with pillows and how he was abusive during sex etc. So I go to her ‘boyfriend’ and tell him that she is dead. He is with another girl and laughs at me. I have tears in my eyes because she was such a good friend to me, and he doesn't even care she is dead.
I tell him that he owes my friend money, and if she doesn’t get it before she is buried today I would kill him.
He tells me that he has got thugs outside that would disagree with that. I am just a child, what can I do? I ask him to at least go and pay his respects to her body.
He smiles and we go to the church where her body is being laid out. I turn to him before we enter and shoot him in the head. Then I wipe the prints and place it in his hands, to look like a suicide, knowing that they don’t have today’s technology to find out about the gun powder on my hands.
Then I spit on him and walk away.
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Dealing with pent up frustrations about the obnoxious male chavanism that seems to come at me from all sides. This girl was actually one of my old friends from high school that I have lost track of. She was such a wonderful lady. Very smart and was a geek just like me. I really did feel heartbreak at the loss. I don't know where she is today, but I hope it is a better place then the one in this dream.
Perhaps oneday I will write an essay on my theories about the male/female relationship. But I don't feel like being depressed now, so it will have to wait.