There were people hanging from the truck and fighting. Punching each other in the face and shooting guns. One man in a long sleeve button-down shirt and blue jeans blatantly shot a man in the face before he fell from the truck. My eyes followed him in disbelief as he walked over to the right in pursuit of another individual. There were three people stuck under a flipped over car as if there had been a recent automobile accident. Mild flames were coming from the hood of the car. The man in the button-down shirt walked over to the group of trapped individuals and shot a man and woman right in the forehead.
I gasped and grabbed my mouth. That was my queue. I looked further up the street and there were groups of fighting and weapon toting. Then the man in the shirt headed towards my building. I jumped out of the shower and immediately I was dressed. I guess because it was a dream. I ran through the house looking for my Cuddle Bug and found him watching TV in the bedroom. I grabbed him and looked around the room for a hiding place because I heard footsteps coming. I was panic stricken. The steps became louder as the person approached.
At the last minute, we climbed into the attic and hid. I purposely left the TV on and the lights to make noise. I covered my son's mouth but if a little peep escaped the background noise would drown it out. As it turned out, Cuddle Bug was super quiet. And the man entered the house. He kicked the door in and the light shined on his gun as he tip toed across the floor.
Messenger guy talked to me until I fell asleep. In the morning, I realized that I missed a text from the other guy, asking if I needed him to come over. I am glad I missed that. No attachments.
I didn't take my nightly treatment. I couldn't bring myself to it. I am tired.
Sometimes it feels better to think they won't understand. That way I don't have to expect them to.