Toot! Toot! All aboard The Dreamland Express! What a ride. It all started off innocent enough. I was outside in the country during the early afternoon with Mummy. There was a litter of kittens, two or three months old. I picked a long-haired gray one who I called Woo Woo until I could come up with a better name. She had something funky and white around her ears. I had her in the living room of a big old Victorian house that I’ve never been to before.
Then I was hit with an epic ongoing nightmare that I’d wake up from only to be pulled back into again. It began on a rainy night in an old-fashioned diner where I was waiting tables. A little dark-haired girl and her mother were sitting at my station. After my shift I walked home to my apartment building which wasn’t far. I was accosted by a young white woman who stole my Stranger Things makeup pouch. She got on her bike and rode off, but I remembered her license number. I think it was 5 R, or something like that. It was a little yellow plate. Anyway, I followed her to a shopping mall where she met up with her girlfriend. I was stalking them. They were talking about going to a candy shop. I heard their names and wrote them down, but I’ve forgotten them. I went back home, but there was a man in a trenchcoat blocking me from getting into my apartment. He said that he was helping me, but I fought him off. Outside again now I ran into yet another couple of young white women. One had a platinum bob, and her legs were bare beneath a mini skirt or shorts. They attacked me. I tried to drive off in my car, but it was wrecked and set on fire. Blondie was behind a dumpster where I hit her in the face with something combustible. Her head caught fire. Having escaped those two, the others were back, and they had another friend, a young Hispanic man. The girl who stole my bag stabbed me in the eye. I could still see. It was a bent blade that somehow went down behind my eye. Her friend was upset that she’d stabbed me, but the stabber insisted it was for my protection. Now I was back at the diner where I saw the woman with the little girl and sat down with them. That’s when I realized that the two thieves were also there, sitting right next to us. I repeated their names and license, and the young mother knew they had been busted. I demanded that they give me back my bag. Once I had it, I left, but the Spanish guy was on my tail trying to stab me when the cops caught up with him, and there was a shoot-out.
My final dream wasn’t bad. I was back home again with Mummy and BJ, my high school boyfriend. We were playing a card game called Mob. My legs were bare and very hairy. I was plucking the hairs out. They were two inches long.
