I can't remember where I bought them, but they were the cheap, gen...oh. Now I do. I bought them at Odd Lots. I know that is not what it is called, but that is what John calls it because he says that the original name is Odd Lots, and now I can't remember the ...
Big Lots.
I swear I am losing my ever-loving mind.
So, this was a doozy.
It started out in a swimming pool. I was swimming somewhere with my team from work, apparently we had all gone on a field trip or something. In the water, I saw an old team member that had quit. He was...angry or something. When I got out of the pool or wherever we all were, he was yelling at some girl with straight mouse-brown witha hint of red hair, I guess she was his girlfriend. I got between them and told him to calm down. We left and went somewhere, to pick up food for the team or something, and on the way back he was driving insane. Literally, he was going over 100 miles per hour on the highway, and a cop started following us. Well, he did not want to get caught so he went faster, but I finally convinced him to pull over. Or so I thought.
He drove into a ditch. He was arrested, and the cop took me and a little girl (that appeared out of no where) and was supposed to take us back to where ever the rest of my team was. He also had a little girl in the front of the car. But then we realized he was drinking. We were in the back of the car and therefore could not get out. He was driving erratically. Finally, the girl and I fell asleep. When we woke up, the cop and the other girl were gone, and there was a champaigne glass tipped over on the floorboard in the front where he had been. It was strange, though, the champaigne was still in the glass, even though it was tipped over and cracked.
The girl and I walked to a gas station, and the girl went inside and tried to steal some cigarettes while I was talking to the clerk, but I made her give them back. The cashier was going to call the police but I told her what we'd been through, and she felt bad, so she gave us the cigarettes. Apparently we were a very long way away from both home and where the rest of the team was staying. I was worried because I had books and clothes and jewelry in my locker where we had been staying and the team had likely gone back home at this point, and I was worried because John, Nicholas, Mom and Dad were either very worried or thinking I was never coming back. I was afraid John would leave.
So the cashier takes us out to the parking lot across the street, hands me a set of keys, and points to a really old, really beat up car and tells me to take it. So me and three kids (3 kids now!!) climb into the car, and as I am getting in, I notice a rottweiler chewing on a wrench or something and as I am closing the door, a man walks up with grayish brown skin, a huge nose that is stitched from eye to lip, and he grabbed the door. The whole door came off, and he was holding a scalpel and told me to get out of the car. I was holding out my hand for one of the kids to give me the keys, but none of them moved.
He said that he would let us live if we got out of the car, so I turned the keys (I don't know how they got in the ignition), and we got out of the car. Then he came at me with the scalpel anyway and told me I should not trust people and he was going to slit my neck.
He sliced open my left-hand-in-my-dream and then the next thing me & the kids were in the hospital talking to John on the phone who was crying and said he was coming to get us and why hadn't we called. He showed up with Mom, Dad, and Nicky. The kids and I had all suffered multiple lacerations.
Thing is when I woke up, the same spot on my right hand that had been sliced on my left hand.
Creeeeepy?!
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