I am walking on the sidewalk behind three girls who are laughing and messing around with each other. A girl passes by them, moving in the opposite direction and one of the three girls tries to purposely bump into her. The girl is listening to her ipod so doesn't notice as she misses being elbowed.
These girls are looking for a fight... and I'm ready to give them one.
I walk a little faster so that I can pass in front of them. I walk to the left of them and that same girl hears me walking from behind and purposely sticks her elbow out trying to "accidentally" hit me and start something. I dodge her elbow and put my elbow out to do the same. I end up hitting her though. Her friends are stunned and they start saying something to me. I turn around and ask, "What? You want something?" The girl looks at me and gets in a fighting stance, I do too.
I put my mindset in boxing mode, remembering what I learned in my personal training sessions. I dodge her first punch and try to throw some jabs out but my hands are moving in slow motion. She, on the other hand, is moving quickly. I get really close to her so that her punches can't hit my face. I lean my chin down towards her and start punching her sides. But again, my hands are moving in slow motion and this isn't hurting her.
Somehow, we're now in front of a gas station and we apparently agreed to take a break and get some water [What? I didn't know street fights take water breaks]. This gas station doesn't allow you to go in with your bag packs so I leave mine outside. The girl and I are both inside this tiny gas station store and she starts slowly pushing me. I can't defend myself, my hands won't move. Finally, I am able to move my feet and I walk out. Her friends have taken my bag pack. I snatch it from their hands and get ready to walk away. This isn't going to end well for me.
As I'm walking away, the girl I was fighting comes out of the store and starts yelling something at me. I turn around...
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
grandpas
I am at a vacation resort with my parents. Our hotel overlooks this large swimming pool and there are tons of people there dancing around celebrating. Some are wearing bright-colored bathing suits while others are dressed a little more conservatively, yet still brightly colored. It's really sunny but I don't feel hot. The pink and blue parasols surround the swimming pool.
The sun is slowly setting and somehow my parents and I are at the pool.
Without knowing how, I just know that we are at a resort where people from the past (dead or alive) are hanging around. It was a place where past met present for a couple of hours. Thus, technically, you could meet a younger version of yourself here. I look across the pool and I see my two grandpas [both of which have passed away a long time ago] dancing happily to some music I can't make out. Both of them look much younger and so happy. They're just dancing and having the time of their lives. I tell my mom, "Look! Look!! It's Grandpa!! Can you believe this?! They're here!"
My mom, who was very close to her father, just smiles and stares at my grandpa. We're both so shocked. We don't dare move in case the slightest movement makes them disappear.
I can't believe it. I'm seeing both of my grandpas, I can actually see them, touch them, and hug them. My paternal grandpa, who looks much younger with a skinny waistline and darker hair, catches me looking at him. He smiles and waves me over to dance with him. He grabs my hand and I start dancing and laughing with him. I ask my mom where my dad is so he can see his father but he's nowhere to be found.
While I'm dancing with my paternal grandpa, I see my dad in the background. For a split second, I don't know if this is my "present dad" or "past dad." I see that he has a smear of paint on his arm and for some reason, that confirms that he's my present dad. I yell at him over the music, "Look, daddy!! Look, it's Grandpa!! Come hug him!" But my dad looks at us with such sadness and doesn't want to come hug his dad. The memories are just too much for him.
And then... I wake up.
Without knowing how, I just know that we are at a resort where people from the past (dead or alive) are hanging around. It was a place where past met present for a couple of hours. Thus, technically, you could meet a younger version of yourself here. I look across the pool and I see my two grandpas [both of which have passed away a long time ago] dancing happily to some music I can't make out. Both of them look much younger and so happy. They're just dancing and having the time of their lives. I tell my mom, "Look! Look!! It's Grandpa!! Can you believe this?! They're here!"
My mom, who was very close to her father, just smiles and stares at my grandpa. We're both so shocked. We don't dare move in case the slightest movement makes them disappear.
I can't believe it. I'm seeing both of my grandpas, I can actually see them, touch them, and hug them. My paternal grandpa, who looks much younger with a skinny waistline and darker hair, catches me looking at him. He smiles and waves me over to dance with him. He grabs my hand and I start dancing and laughing with him. I ask my mom where my dad is so he can see his father but he's nowhere to be found.
While I'm dancing with my paternal grandpa, I see my dad in the background. For a split second, I don't know if this is my "present dad" or "past dad." I see that he has a smear of paint on his arm and for some reason, that confirms that he's my present dad. I yell at him over the music, "Look, daddy!! Look, it's Grandpa!! Come hug him!" But my dad looks at us with such sadness and doesn't want to come hug his dad. The memories are just too much for him.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
skydiving in Hawaii
My friends and I are getting ready to skydive and I'm so excited. I have Necalli with me getting ready to take pictures but I can't seem to find in in my bag pack. The truck is going faster and the wind is rushing through my hair.
All of a sudden, the car is now actually a small plane and we're about to take off. I can't believe it. I'm really going to skydive in Hawaii, I'm SO excited! I don't even feel nervous, I just feel excited and free at the thought of me jumping out over this beautiful ocean.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
sucky professor
I am walking towards the class that I'm teaching and I'm feeling a little nervous. It is only when I'm walking into the classroom that I realize I did not print the syllabus out for my students nor do I have anything prepared for the class!!
I walk in and the students are sitting there waiting for me. I introduce myself and make a couple of jokes, to which the students laugh hysterically at. They seem to really like me. Everyone's paying attention. I'm looking at the unfinished syllabus that I printed out right before class and it doesn't make any sense. How could I not finish this before my first day of teaching?
I apologize and tell them that I forgot to print out the syllabus and need to go make some copies really quick. I run out of class and look for a printer or a computer. But when I walk out, I am inside a factory-like building with wood planks and loud noise all around me. I see an old computer all the way in the back but someone is printing out something.
They tell me they just finished and I go on the computer. But I realize that there is no way for me to access my syllabus because it is on my laptop at home. I begin to panic and my breathing gets faster. I don't know what to do.
I look up and I see a couple of students leaving my class already. I run back to my class and see that most of the students have left except maybe 5-7 and they're just packing up. I apologize profusely and tell them not to leave my class. They look at me with such disappointment as if they were expecting such a better and more organized professor. My heart begins to sink... I've completely failed...
And then... I wake up.
I walk in and the students are sitting there waiting for me. I introduce myself and make a couple of jokes, to which the students laugh hysterically at. They seem to really like me. Everyone's paying attention. I'm looking at the unfinished syllabus that I printed out right before class and it doesn't make any sense. How could I not finish this before my first day of teaching?
I apologize and tell them that I forgot to print out the syllabus and need to go make some copies really quick. I run out of class and look for a printer or a computer. But when I walk out, I am inside a factory-like building with wood planks and loud noise all around me. I see an old computer all the way in the back but someone is printing out something.
They tell me they just finished and I go on the computer. But I realize that there is no way for me to access my syllabus because it is on my laptop at home. I begin to panic and my breathing gets faster. I don't know what to do.
I look up and I see a couple of students leaving my class already. I run back to my class and see that most of the students have left except maybe 5-7 and they're just packing up. I apologize profusely and tell them not to leave my class. They look at me with such disappointment as if they were expecting such a better and more organized professor. My heart begins to sink... I've completely failed...
And then... I wake up.
Monday, November 12, 2012
gang territory
It's night time but there are a lot of people around still. I'm walking somewhere, maybe home, and I walk down a street to take a shortcut. I see guys, who I know are gang members, standing by the alley where I usually walk through to take my shortcut home. As I'm approaching it, some guy with a hoody and saggy pants yells at me, "Hey, lady, looking sexy." I ignore him and keep walking. I realize it's too dark and if something happens to me, nobody could help me. I decide to take the long route.
Out of nowhere, the same guy who tried to flirt with me earlier, punches me in the face and knocks me down. He's on top of me with a knife over my neck and he smiles while saying, "Don't tell anyone" and he cuts my neck, not enough where I'm bleeding profusely but enough where I'm bleeding a little bit. I put my hand over my neck so as not to lose a lot of blood and I'm crying just laying on the floor. I look around but no one is helping me. There are about 20-30 people just standing around me, staring at me, but not moving.
I feel like I'm getting ready to die. Then a couple of that guy's friends start walking towards me. I think they're coming to finish the job and kill me. I try to stand but I can't so I start crawling away, telling them not to kill me. One of the guy has a knife in his hand and I try to stand up but I can't. He comes over and throws the knife by my side, telling me that it's for me to protect myself. I take it and stand up and start walking away backwards, looking at everyone who are still not helping.
Another gang comes out from another alley and the guy yells, "Oh hell no. You think you can come in here with your little knife in MY territory?" I keep walking backwards, looking at him the whole time, telling him "It's not mine, this isn't mine." Trying to tell him that the knife isn't mine and that I didn't bring it with me. He doesn't believe me, he thinks I've challenged him. His 2 friends come towards me, 1 of them hits me with a beanbag kind of thing.
My knife has turned into a long sword, but it's as if it's made out of paper because it bends and is not very hard. I wave the sword around so they get scared. The 2 guys still get close to me. I put the sword by 1 of the guys's throats and yell, "I don't want to slash your neck but I will if you guys get closer." They back off a little bit but their head boss now takes out a gun. I'm still walking backwards, tears falling from my eyes, while I continue to say, "This isn't mine."
And then... I wake up.
Out of nowhere, the same guy who tried to flirt with me earlier, punches me in the face and knocks me down. He's on top of me with a knife over my neck and he smiles while saying, "Don't tell anyone" and he cuts my neck, not enough where I'm bleeding profusely but enough where I'm bleeding a little bit. I put my hand over my neck so as not to lose a lot of blood and I'm crying just laying on the floor. I look around but no one is helping me. There are about 20-30 people just standing around me, staring at me, but not moving.
I feel like I'm getting ready to die. Then a couple of that guy's friends start walking towards me. I think they're coming to finish the job and kill me. I try to stand but I can't so I start crawling away, telling them not to kill me. One of the guy has a knife in his hand and I try to stand up but I can't. He comes over and throws the knife by my side, telling me that it's for me to protect myself. I take it and stand up and start walking away backwards, looking at everyone who are still not helping.
Another gang comes out from another alley and the guy yells, "Oh hell no. You think you can come in here with your little knife in MY territory?" I keep walking backwards, looking at him the whole time, telling him "It's not mine, this isn't mine." Trying to tell him that the knife isn't mine and that I didn't bring it with me. He doesn't believe me, he thinks I've challenged him. His 2 friends come towards me, 1 of them hits me with a beanbag kind of thing.
My knife has turned into a long sword, but it's as if it's made out of paper because it bends and is not very hard. I wave the sword around so they get scared. The 2 guys still get close to me. I put the sword by 1 of the guys's throats and yell, "I don't want to slash your neck but I will if you guys get closer." They back off a little bit but their head boss now takes out a gun. I'm still walking backwards, tears falling from my eyes, while I continue to say, "This isn't mine."
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
snow causes car accidents
My best friend is in the driver's seat and I am in the passenger seat. We are driving through some really curvy roads in the mountains, thus it is a two-lane road with opposite traffic in one lane.
All of a sudden, I realize that I'm in the driver's seat and our seats are both leaned back really far as if we're sleeping. I realize that my best friend is not maneuvering the car but I am.. with my feet!! By the time I realize this, we're on the left lane of the road heading opposite of traffic and a car is coming our way. I brake and the car goes around us but there are more cars coming towards us. Michelle and I somehow switch seats and before she even can get to the proper driving lane (on the right side), a car that was coming towards us swerves to their left and crashes against the mountains.
I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.
I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!
I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.
I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.
I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!
I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
juvie prison
It is a Friday night and I was just caught cheating for the second time on my test so the professor sends me to "juvie hall", it ends up being a large prison for adolescent girls.
I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.
The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.
Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.
One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.
I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.
I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.
One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.
I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.
And then... I wake up.
I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.
The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.
Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.
One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.
I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.
I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.
One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.
I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
shower in the bedroom?
I step out of the shower with shampoo still all over my hair and I'm trying to grab ahold of the stick thing to close the curtain. As I'm reaching up for it, trying to grab it, I hear someone outside saying, "Oh yeahhh, girl, I like it!"
I look out of my patio window and I see this tall black guy in his mid 30's staring at me with a creepy smile. I realize that I'm still naked and he's just staring at me. I throw myself down on the floor and begin to cry... I feel so violated. How could I be so stupid and close the curtains without putting on clothes first?!??!
The man walks away and I grab a towel. My curtains are broken and it's pitch dark outside now. My lights are on and everyone can see inside. I try to grab other towels to use as curtains but they're too short. I think of wrapping towels around the glass door but that doesn't work either.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
running from a cop
My parents and I are in an abandoned parking lot. I'm checking my computer for something when a security guard comes from the back of the lot and flashes a light at us. He yells that we're not allowed to be here. My parents and I run in opposite directions.
I close my laptop and run out of the lot towards the street. As soon as I turn the corner, I start walking. I'm thinking that nobody will suspect me if I'm just a walking bystander. I guess the security guard had called for backup and a cop comes running around the corner as well. He's running towards my parents but must have realized that I was closer to his reach than they were. I continue walking hoping he doesn't suspect me but he grabs me from the back and puts my hands behind my back.
I try to explain to him that I'm a PhD student, that I can't go to jail, we didn't mean any harm, I was just checking things on my computer. I beg him not to arrest me. But he won't listen, he responds with grunts and curses at me. He doesn't care about my background, he just knows he caught a trespasser. I begin to cry and tell him I can't go to jail, my professors won't understand!
Then a guy comes out of nowhere, tall, short brown hair, around early 20's and asks the cop for help. I can tell he's trying to help me out. I think the cop suspects that too. The guy tells the cop that there's a situation and the cop should come check it out. The cop tells him he can't right now, that he needs to take me to jail first. The guy is persistent and tells the cop he has to help him. The cop finally agrees and lets go of my hands. As soon as the cop does that, the guy mouths to me, "Go!" I'm stunned and don't know what I should do. SHOULD I run from the cop? The cop looks at me and says "You better not do it," I look back at the guy and again, he tells me to go. I run off the opposite direction and start running through the crowd. The cop yells, "We'll find you, you won't be hard to find in your bright teal shirt!"
We're walking back towards the buildings we had been at previously but I tell my dad that's where they'll be waiting for us. My dad tells me he has to go back to shut the TVs off. I tell him he doesn't have to. He's confused but I convince him not to go back.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
luxury apartment in cinci
I am walking through this luxury hotel with my cousin. She is visiting me in Cinci for a couple of days and had me come to her hotel room. We're passing a bunch of rooms that overlook one of their many swimming pools.
My cousin tells me they actually rent out some rooms here as apartment rooms and they're only $525/month! I jump at the chance and ask to see one of the rooms that are available for rent.
I am in one of the rooms being shown around by one of the staff members. The room is already furnished and I'm loving the view! I immediately tell them I'll take it.
Next thing I know, I'm already moving some of my things in the room. I realize that I haven't signed a contract or even cancelled my contract for my old studio. I haven't changed my address either for all of my bills. I then also realize that I don't have my own bathroom, I have to share with all the other people there! What have I done? Was this a mistake?
But I look outside and the 3 pools look absolutely beautiful! There's even a beach volleyball court with white, soft sand. I'm so excited to play on it! There aren't that many people around the pool and there are comfy chairs everywhere. I don't regret my decision and smile to myself for finding this place.
And then... I wake up.
I am in one of the rooms being shown around by one of the staff members. The room is already furnished and I'm loving the view! I immediately tell them I'll take it.
Next thing I know, I'm already moving some of my things in the room. I realize that I haven't signed a contract or even cancelled my contract for my old studio. I haven't changed my address either for all of my bills. I then also realize that I don't have my own bathroom, I have to share with all the other people there! What have I done? Was this a mistake?
But I look outside and the 3 pools look absolutely beautiful! There's even a beach volleyball court with white, soft sand. I'm so excited to play on it! There aren't that many people around the pool and there are comfy chairs everywhere. I don't regret my decision and smile to myself for finding this place.
And then... I wake up.
Friday, August 10, 2012
invisible woman
I'm in my apartment with a man who I come to realize is my adoptive father. He is upset at me about something and his biological daughter, my sister, is trying to tell me to relax. I don't feel upset but apparently, I look and am acting really angry from what they are seeing.
I leave my room and force myself to have the power to make me invisible [I feel like with each dream, I have more ability to control my dreams]. It works, they can no longer see me. They know I've become invisible and are trying to reach their hands out to grab me. They come close but miss me by an inch. I start packing a small bag in another room, my cell phone, etc.. and I leave the apartment.
I keep walking down the street. I am in Paris. I make myself visible again and walk around the stores, looking back to make sure that my dad and sister aren't following behind.
Suddenly, I am being watched by these bad guys. I am in public so I can't risk making myself invisible in front of everyone. I keep walking in and out of stores and finally, when nobody is looking and these bad guys are right on my tail, I make myself invisible. They're looking around, trying to grab around but they just miss me. I'm standing in front of one of the guys but I duck as he sweeps his arms around and almost touches me. I manage to escape.
I go into a clothing store and make myself visible. I figured it would look weird to have clothes floating around on their own. I'm planning on buying some new clothes so the bad guys can't find me as easily. Unfortunately, I notice one of the bad guys inside the store with me, I drop down pretending to look at some bathing suit bottoms that were hung lower to the ground. He's looking around for me. I put the clothes down and make myself invisible again. He walks out of the store and I follow him. I wonder what they want from me.
He meets up with another guy but I can't hear or understand what they're saying. We are all in another store now, kind of like a Macy's. I accidentally brush up against some jackets but hope they don't notice. I keep walking but the store is so crowded with clothes that I have to brush up against more of them. The bad guys notice that. For some reason, I keep falling onto things so they are able to see where I am headed from the objects falling or moving around without anyone near it (since I am invisible). I sprint to the door that leads back to the streets. I push and it opens partially, I was supposed to pull, but there's not enough time. They are right behind me. I squeeze myself through and one of the guys jumps after me. I am no longer invisible. He grabs me but I manage to slip out of his hands and we're in the middle of the street. Cars are dodging by us and bicyclists are going around me.
I know I shouldn't make myself invisible because I'm in public but there's no other way. A car is coming towards us and the man is about to reach out for me when I make myself invisible and dodge out of the car's way. The two men are now looking for me across the street. They're heading in one direction and I just stay in one place. I keep walking and I see a man talking on a payphone. He is my boyfriend. He sees me even though I am invisible. He pretends he's talking on the phone while reaching out to give me a hug. He's going to help me escape. I see one of the bad guys nearby looking around. I tell my boyfriend no, but he keeps reaching to hug me. I know the bad guy is going to see that as suspicious... a guy on the phone trying to hug nothing. I whisper not to do that or I'm going to get caught, but he's not paying attention to me and keeps trying to hug me. The bad guy walks slowly towards my boyfriend.
And then... I wake up.
I leave my room and force myself to have the power to make me invisible [I feel like with each dream, I have more ability to control my dreams]. It works, they can no longer see me. They know I've become invisible and are trying to reach their hands out to grab me. They come close but miss me by an inch. I start packing a small bag in another room, my cell phone, etc.. and I leave the apartment.
I keep walking down the street. I am in Paris. I make myself visible again and walk around the stores, looking back to make sure that my dad and sister aren't following behind.
Suddenly, I am being watched by these bad guys. I am in public so I can't risk making myself invisible in front of everyone. I keep walking in and out of stores and finally, when nobody is looking and these bad guys are right on my tail, I make myself invisible. They're looking around, trying to grab around but they just miss me. I'm standing in front of one of the guys but I duck as he sweeps his arms around and almost touches me. I manage to escape.
I go into a clothing store and make myself visible. I figured it would look weird to have clothes floating around on their own. I'm planning on buying some new clothes so the bad guys can't find me as easily. Unfortunately, I notice one of the bad guys inside the store with me, I drop down pretending to look at some bathing suit bottoms that were hung lower to the ground. He's looking around for me. I put the clothes down and make myself invisible again. He walks out of the store and I follow him. I wonder what they want from me.
He meets up with another guy but I can't hear or understand what they're saying. We are all in another store now, kind of like a Macy's. I accidentally brush up against some jackets but hope they don't notice. I keep walking but the store is so crowded with clothes that I have to brush up against more of them. The bad guys notice that. For some reason, I keep falling onto things so they are able to see where I am headed from the objects falling or moving around without anyone near it (since I am invisible). I sprint to the door that leads back to the streets. I push and it opens partially, I was supposed to pull, but there's not enough time. They are right behind me. I squeeze myself through and one of the guys jumps after me. I am no longer invisible. He grabs me but I manage to slip out of his hands and we're in the middle of the street. Cars are dodging by us and bicyclists are going around me.
I know I shouldn't make myself invisible because I'm in public but there's no other way. A car is coming towards us and the man is about to reach out for me when I make myself invisible and dodge out of the car's way. The two men are now looking for me across the street. They're heading in one direction and I just stay in one place. I keep walking and I see a man talking on a payphone. He is my boyfriend. He sees me even though I am invisible. He pretends he's talking on the phone while reaching out to give me a hug. He's going to help me escape. I see one of the bad guys nearby looking around. I tell my boyfriend no, but he keeps reaching to hug me. I know the bad guy is going to see that as suspicious... a guy on the phone trying to hug nothing. I whisper not to do that or I'm going to get caught, but he's not paying attention to me and keeps trying to hug me. The bad guy walks slowly towards my boyfriend.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
car accident
I'm in my car just exiting a freeway. I make a right and see a gas station on the left hand side that I need to go to. I get in the middle lane where I can turn. Unfortunately, there's a huge car in front of me just stopped so it's blocking my view from seeing oncoming traffic. I slowly pull my car out, enough so I can see oncoming traffic, and there are a lot of cars coming that way. It's not safe to turn yet. Finally, I feel like there's a chance for me to get to the gas station. I pull forward a little and I see a car speeding towards me.
It's a convertible car and the driver is a lady in her late 30's to mid 40's. She is clearly on her cell phone and she doesn't brake. I close my eyes and she crashes into me. I spin 180 degrees. I open my eyes to see if other cars are going to crash into me but I am still in the middle lane so no other cars are hitting me.
Somehow, the other driver and I end up at the gas station. I was about to be polite and nice but I see that she's being rude and yelling at me saying it was my fault. I yell back and tell her she was on her cell phone and that when the cops get here, they're going to agree with me. We go into the gas station to try and get a phone or something. We're shoving each other to get in and we're pushing each other even inside the store. She says something about having already called the cops.
It's now night time and the cops are still not here. I go outside where she is and I realize she hasn't called the cops at all, she was lying to me. I yell at her and tell her I'm going to call the cops. Somebody else must have called them because 2 cop cars pull up and all the eyewitnesses to our accident is already lined up for the cops to question them. The lady and I are still arguing and I realize that she's one of the women I know from River City Correctional facility. She didn't call the cops because she had just gotten out and is on probation, this would put her back in jail. I start crying when I realize that. I ask her what the maximum time would be for her to be in jail/prison if I report her to the cops--she tells me 4-5yrs. I don't know what to do but my car is totaled. I decide that I'm still going to tell the cops because I can't afford to pay this myself.
The cops line us up and separate people into groups. My boyfriend is with me. Some guy comes to us with a tape recorder and tells us to go and tell us what happened. Words won't come out of me and I try to hold in my tears. Finally, when I start to talk, this guy tells me my time is up.
"But I haven't told you my side of the story!!!!"
Guy: "Too bad, your time is up."
I start crying even more because now the other driver has a chance to win this case if they don't hear my side. The guy now points the tape recorder to my boyfriend. My boyfriend starts telling him how we exited the freeway and we got in the middle lane to turn and then he just stops talking. I yell at him to tell him what happened but my boyfriend is speechless. Then his time is up.
And then... I wake up.
It's a convertible car and the driver is a lady in her late 30's to mid 40's. She is clearly on her cell phone and she doesn't brake. I close my eyes and she crashes into me. I spin 180 degrees. I open my eyes to see if other cars are going to crash into me but I am still in the middle lane so no other cars are hitting me.
Somehow, the other driver and I end up at the gas station. I was about to be polite and nice but I see that she's being rude and yelling at me saying it was my fault. I yell back and tell her she was on her cell phone and that when the cops get here, they're going to agree with me. We go into the gas station to try and get a phone or something. We're shoving each other to get in and we're pushing each other even inside the store. She says something about having already called the cops.
It's now night time and the cops are still not here. I go outside where she is and I realize she hasn't called the cops at all, she was lying to me. I yell at her and tell her I'm going to call the cops. Somebody else must have called them because 2 cop cars pull up and all the eyewitnesses to our accident is already lined up for the cops to question them. The lady and I are still arguing and I realize that she's one of the women I know from River City Correctional facility. She didn't call the cops because she had just gotten out and is on probation, this would put her back in jail. I start crying when I realize that. I ask her what the maximum time would be for her to be in jail/prison if I report her to the cops--she tells me 4-5yrs. I don't know what to do but my car is totaled. I decide that I'm still going to tell the cops because I can't afford to pay this myself.
The cops line us up and separate people into groups. My boyfriend is with me. Some guy comes to us with a tape recorder and tells us to go and tell us what happened. Words won't come out of me and I try to hold in my tears. Finally, when I start to talk, this guy tells me my time is up.
"But I haven't told you my side of the story!!!!"
Guy: "Too bad, your time is up."
I start crying even more because now the other driver has a chance to win this case if they don't hear my side. The guy now points the tape recorder to my boyfriend. My boyfriend starts telling him how we exited the freeway and we got in the middle lane to turn and then he just stops talking. I yell at him to tell him what happened but my boyfriend is speechless. Then his time is up.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
meeting President Obama
I am in a banquet hall sort of place with President Obama, where kids are looking down at us on one side of the wall. He is joking around with me and we are laughing together. We go towards where the kids are and they all float up into the air in a shape of a pyramid. There's a photographer at the top and he's taking a picture at all of us from above. I'm next to President Obama and can't stop smiling. I'm taking a picture with President Obama!!
The photographer tries to take a picture but his camera does not seem to be working. I'm getting frustrated because I wanted to ask him for the picture. Another photographer appears out of nowhere next to him and starts taking pictures of all the kids and us. I see President Obama offering a cigarette to one of the kids and putting one in that boy's mouth. I go to him and say jokingly but seriously, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?!!" I take the cigarettes away from him and the kid and he laughs with me. I hit him jokingly on the back and he stuffs a cigarette in my mouth. I take it out and look at him as if he's crazy.
He starts walking away from me and I turn to someone besides me. He says that President Obama tried to give the cigarette to the boy so that THAT would make headlines in the news. This way everything else related to him that was much bigger news wouldn't be in the papers before the elections. I feel so disappointed and ashamed that I admired him so much before realizing he would be playing games and doing such things.
And then... I wake up.
He starts walking away from me and I turn to someone besides me. He says that President Obama tried to give the cigarette to the boy so that THAT would make headlines in the news. This way everything else related to him that was much bigger news wouldn't be in the papers before the elections. I feel so disappointed and ashamed that I admired him so much before realizing he would be playing games and doing such things.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
stats always on my mind
I am in an elevator of a hotel lobby with a couple of my friends and some strangers. The door opens and my friends start walking out. This is the floor we need to get off. I have about 6-8 small bags and things to carry but none of my friends ask to help me. I walk out with the majority of it but when I try to go back into the elevator, the doors begin to close.
I panic! My stuff is still in there!! Some of the strangers on the elevator are able to get the rest of my things out of the elevator before the door closes. I follow my friends and it's not until a couple of hours later that I realize I am missing my bright peach bag, the one with my stats folder and notes in there [seriously? Can't I ever escape stats??!!].
I begin to worry and become really anxious. My breathing becomes heavy and quick. What am I going to do? We still have one more quarter left and I need my notes! None of my other friends have been taking notes in class, what am I going to do?!!
I go to the lobby and ask around, I search everywhere. I feel tears welling up in my eyes... all my hard work and it's all gone.
And then... I wake up.
I begin to worry and become really anxious. My breathing becomes heavy and quick. What am I going to do? We still have one more quarter left and I need my notes! None of my other friends have been taking notes in class, what am I going to do?!!
I go to the lobby and ask around, I search everywhere. I feel tears welling up in my eyes... all my hard work and it's all gone.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Justin Timberlake dies in plane crash
I can't believe it. Is this real? He was so young! How could this be possible? He was such an icon from my generation [although I never was a huge N'Sync fan], could this really be true? I search other sites and they all state the same thing. Justin Timberlake's plane crashed and he died.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
skydiving
I am on the plane looking outside the open door. I'm not attached to anyone. My instructor tells me to jump. I have butterflies in my stomach and don't know whether I'm ready to jump on my own. I look down and see the trees and fields. I jump outside the plane and I'm flying.
I have no parachute but I'm not worried. I'm floating in the air and flying around. I don't feel the wind pressure in my ears. I keep floating and flying around. Finally, I come closer to the ground and fly down slowly. I land on my feet softly. I can fly!
I want to keep flying in case I lose these powers at any moment. I run and run through the fields and jump up. It doesn't work. I keep jumping and moving my arms like breast strokes as if I'm in a pool. It works. My feet are coming off the ground. I look around me and other people are flying too! I keep moving my feet and arm, I get higher off the ground.
And then... I wake up.
I have no parachute but I'm not worried. I'm floating in the air and flying around. I don't feel the wind pressure in my ears. I keep floating and flying around. Finally, I come closer to the ground and fly down slowly. I land on my feet softly. I can fly!
I want to keep flying in case I lose these powers at any moment. I run and run through the fields and jump up. It doesn't work. I keep jumping and moving my arms like breast strokes as if I'm in a pool. It works. My feet are coming off the ground. I look around me and other people are flying too! I keep moving my feet and arm, I get higher off the ground.
And then... I wake up.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
new rules of soccer?
I am walking through a stadium to get to the other side so I can be a referee for a men's volleyball game. I see a women's soccer game going on. There aren't that many people watching but it's apparently the championship game or something.
I get to the other side of the stadium but the men's volleyball game already happened. Someone had told me the wrong time or I just wrote it down wrong. I'm heading back towards the parking lot to leave when I realize the soccer players are nearing the sideline. I'm trying to get out of the way but I can't. It's too late.
The players are still playing even though they've stepped out of bounds. The ball is kicked really high in the air. I don't know what to do because the ball is right above me. I duck and lay on the ground and try to roll somewhere else [yes, I even felt awkward doing that in my dream]. All the girls are staring at me as I look up and the soccer ball lands right next to me.
I stare at all of them because they're all staring at me. I ask, "Am I supposed to kick the ball?" Apparently, the person closest to the ball is supposed to kick it next. The girls surrounding me are wearing yellow jerseys and so I want to kick it towards the field where the rest of their teammates are but I end up kicking it to the opposing team's coach. He kicks it around on the field and makes the winning shot.
I apologize but the girls around me smile and tell me it's okay. They start taking their shirts off and they're topless. I look around to see if anyone else is seeing this and why no one is stopping them but everyone acts as if this is normal.
And then... I wake up.
I get to the other side of the stadium but the men's volleyball game already happened. Someone had told me the wrong time or I just wrote it down wrong. I'm heading back towards the parking lot to leave when I realize the soccer players are nearing the sideline. I'm trying to get out of the way but I can't. It's too late.
The players are still playing even though they've stepped out of bounds. The ball is kicked really high in the air. I don't know what to do because the ball is right above me. I duck and lay on the ground and try to roll somewhere else [yes, I even felt awkward doing that in my dream]. All the girls are staring at me as I look up and the soccer ball lands right next to me.
I stare at all of them because they're all staring at me. I ask, "Am I supposed to kick the ball?" Apparently, the person closest to the ball is supposed to kick it next. The girls surrounding me are wearing yellow jerseys and so I want to kick it towards the field where the rest of their teammates are but I end up kicking it to the opposing team's coach. He kicks it around on the field and makes the winning shot.
I apologize but the girls around me smile and tell me it's okay. They start taking their shirts off and they're topless. I look around to see if anyone else is seeing this and why no one is stopping them but everyone acts as if this is normal.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Cinci beach house
I "wake up" from this other dream that I just had and I'm in my studio.
I look outside my window and feel the cool breeze. The ocean is right outside my window and there's some sand on the sidewalk. I want to go outside for a swim but I'm debating whether it's too cold.
I go to the bathroom and put on my bathing suit and sit outside my patio to see if people are swimming. There's a group of 8-10 older males just swimming outside but now the ocean has turned into a small river where you can swim 10 feet to cross to the other side. One of the guys is completely naked. I don't feel like going swimming anymore but everyone else doesn't seem to care.
He even stands up and I'm wondering why the cop that's standing on the sand isn't doing anything about it.
And then... I wake up.
I look outside my window and feel the cool breeze. The ocean is right outside my window and there's some sand on the sidewalk. I want to go outside for a swim but I'm debating whether it's too cold.
He even stands up and I'm wondering why the cop that's standing on the sand isn't doing anything about it.
And then... I wake up.
bank robber
I am in the passenger seat while my best friend, Michelle, is driving. She drives us down an alley because she needed to talk to me but all of these Asian guys start jumping at the car and trying to get us to open the door. We back the car up and drive forward and we're in what looks like a school auditorium.
I look to my right and there large, draping, red curtains on the stage (we have this exact view from the car that you see in the picture except with the curtains on stage). A lot of people are just standing there looking at these closed curtains. I realize that there's actually a bank behind these curtains and it is being robbed by someone. Everyone is awaiting what's going to happen. We continue driving but we are stopped by the cops who are in our way. One of the cops tells us to get out of the car so they can use the car as a shield. He tells us to get out while crawling on the floor.
We both do so and we're crawling outside of the car. There's some misty gas in the air that stings my face. The police have sprayed mace everywhere to try to get the bank robber to come out [though it's probably just spraying the public.. no idea].We're almost at the exit but Michelle and I want to stay and see what's going to happen. We're still laying down on the floor but we stare at the stage. Suddenly, these people in costumes and giant animal mascot-looking come out on the stage and dance to music. I'm so confused but I assume they're there to entertain the public while this bank robber is doing his thing.
Then, a man with a gun comes out from the right on the same level that Michelle and I are on (overlooking everyone in the audience). Everybody looks back and scream then hush in silence out of fear he will shoot. We all stare at him. I realize that I'm blocking the exit because my legs are spread right across the door. Not knowing what to do, I put my feet in the air. But that catches the bank robber's attention.
He looks at me and points the gun at me. Michelle stares at me but doesn't know what to do. I am shaking and can't help but think this is all my fault. I could have avoided all this had I just left instead of been curious. He continues pointing the gun at me and tells me to get up. The cops are right behind me but they don't make a move. I slowly get up and put my hands up. He tells me he's going to take me as a hostage, then rape and kill me. I begin crying and all I think about is The Bf. He tells me to walk towards the exit.
Finally, someone grabs the gun from him but they don't point it at him or tell him to get on the ground. They're just holding the gun there. Afraid that he'll just grab the gun again, I take the gun away from that person and shoot the bank robber. The bullets come out slowly as if they're little paintballs. I shoot him in the throat but it doesn't look like it hurts him so I keep shooting him.
I drop the gun and start running away. I tell myself that this has to be a dream. I'm dreaming. I try to wake myself up by throwing cups of water at my face but it doesn't work. I go outside and there's a little pond, I fall backwards and I feel myself falling into the water.
And then... I "wake up" in another dream.
We both do so and we're crawling outside of the car. There's some misty gas in the air that stings my face. The police have sprayed mace everywhere to try to get the bank robber to come out [though it's probably just spraying the public.. no idea].We're almost at the exit but Michelle and I want to stay and see what's going to happen. We're still laying down on the floor but we stare at the stage. Suddenly, these people in costumes and giant animal mascot-looking come out on the stage and dance to music. I'm so confused but I assume they're there to entertain the public while this bank robber is doing his thing.
Then, a man with a gun comes out from the right on the same level that Michelle and I are on (overlooking everyone in the audience). Everybody looks back and scream then hush in silence out of fear he will shoot. We all stare at him. I realize that I'm blocking the exit because my legs are spread right across the door. Not knowing what to do, I put my feet in the air. But that catches the bank robber's attention.
He looks at me and points the gun at me. Michelle stares at me but doesn't know what to do. I am shaking and can't help but think this is all my fault. I could have avoided all this had I just left instead of been curious. He continues pointing the gun at me and tells me to get up. The cops are right behind me but they don't make a move. I slowly get up and put my hands up. He tells me he's going to take me as a hostage, then rape and kill me. I begin crying and all I think about is The Bf. He tells me to walk towards the exit.
Finally, someone grabs the gun from him but they don't point it at him or tell him to get on the ground. They're just holding the gun there. Afraid that he'll just grab the gun again, I take the gun away from that person and shoot the bank robber. The bullets come out slowly as if they're little paintballs. I shoot him in the throat but it doesn't look like it hurts him so I keep shooting him.
I drop the gun and start running away. I tell myself that this has to be a dream. I'm dreaming. I try to wake myself up by throwing cups of water at my face but it doesn't work. I go outside and there's a little pond, I fall backwards and I feel myself falling into the water.
And then... I "wake up" in another dream.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
cousin getting set up
I'm on the sidewalk with one of my friends and we run into my cousin. He's heading towards a store or something with his friend and this other guy they don't really know (let's call him Guy #1).
Guy #1 has this other friend who's waiting for him on the sidewalk (Guy #2) with me. I'm suspicious and I ask him what he thinks he's doing with my cousin. Guy #2 looks at me and gives me this creepy smile. I get a bad feeling in my stomach. Then another guy walks towards us (Guy #3) and as he's walking towards us, the alarm sounds for the store, and Guy #3 nods at Guy #2. They're both starting to walk away from me but I stop them, I tell them that I know they're setting up my cousin in there.
They start running away and as soon as they do, an FBI car stops in the middle of the street in front of the store. I yell at them, telling them that the guys running away are the ones that need to get caught. The 2 FBI agents, 1 woman and 1 man, look at me but don't believe me. I look back and the two guys are already too far for anyone to catch up to them. I yell, "Look, I know they set up my cousin, they're running away right now!!!" But the FBI agents keep walking towards the store.
We go inside but my cousin and his friend aren't there. Guy #1 has also disappeared. I yell at the agents telling them they're not doing their job, that they're only going after my cousin because he's an easy target. The woman agent sits me down and is about to interrogate me but I won't let her. I keep screaming at them both that my cousin is being set up.
A bus pulls up right next to the store and my cousin's friend is getting off it. The agents' backs are towards the bus so they can't see it. I'm afraid my cousin's in there too and that if they turn around, they'll arrest him. I pretend not to notice and keep talking to them. However, my friend is STARING at the bus and I'm scared she's going to give it away to the agents. As the agent is about to turn around to look at the bus, my friend asks her to pour her a drink of water. The agent does so and doesn't see my cousin's friend walking away from the bus.
A little girl who is supposed to be my cousin's daughter runs up to me and gives me a hug. I pick her up and put her on my leg. She starts talking about how she just saw her dad and I panic because the agents will now know where he is.
And then... I wake up.
Guy #1 has this other friend who's waiting for him on the sidewalk (Guy #2) with me. I'm suspicious and I ask him what he thinks he's doing with my cousin. Guy #2 looks at me and gives me this creepy smile. I get a bad feeling in my stomach. Then another guy walks towards us (Guy #3) and as he's walking towards us, the alarm sounds for the store, and Guy #3 nods at Guy #2. They're both starting to walk away from me but I stop them, I tell them that I know they're setting up my cousin in there.
They start running away and as soon as they do, an FBI car stops in the middle of the street in front of the store. I yell at them, telling them that the guys running away are the ones that need to get caught. The 2 FBI agents, 1 woman and 1 man, look at me but don't believe me. I look back and the two guys are already too far for anyone to catch up to them. I yell, "Look, I know they set up my cousin, they're running away right now!!!" But the FBI agents keep walking towards the store.
We go inside but my cousin and his friend aren't there. Guy #1 has also disappeared. I yell at the agents telling them they're not doing their job, that they're only going after my cousin because he's an easy target. The woman agent sits me down and is about to interrogate me but I won't let her. I keep screaming at them both that my cousin is being set up.
A bus pulls up right next to the store and my cousin's friend is getting off it. The agents' backs are towards the bus so they can't see it. I'm afraid my cousin's in there too and that if they turn around, they'll arrest him. I pretend not to notice and keep talking to them. However, my friend is STARING at the bus and I'm scared she's going to give it away to the agents. As the agent is about to turn around to look at the bus, my friend asks her to pour her a drink of water. The agent does so and doesn't see my cousin's friend walking away from the bus.
A little girl who is supposed to be my cousin's daughter runs up to me and gives me a hug. I pick her up and put her on my leg. She starts talking about how she just saw her dad and I panic because the agents will now know where he is.
And then... I wake up.
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