April 20, 2025, Evo Numy
I dreamt.
I was at my old apartment complex. In the real world, it was a new development that attracted upper-middle class and military people. Many of the residents were a-holes who would rev the engines of their fancy cars all hours of the day and night, they would blast annoying music loud enough for the neighborhood to hear and would constantly litter. I hated living there.
In my dream, there was a hill that led to the entry gate. There was a hispanic woman pushing a baby in a stroller and had a small child with her. There was no sidewalk so they were walking on the side of the road. A white Tesla was trying to get by them, there was not enough room for the Tesla to pass safely. Instead of patiently waiting for the mother and children to reach the gate. They drove past, getting very close to the mother and children.
I was filled with anger. This a-hole driver couldn’t wait two minutes for a family to reach the gate? What’s so important that they have to put the safety of others at risk? I became the creature from the movie “It Follows” and I started walking up the hill. I wanted to run like a maniac but I decided a slow, steady walk would do.
As I passed the gate, I saw an older, white man get out of the Tesla and look at me. I changed my direction and headed straight for him, keeping the same slower steady pace. He looked fearful and hurried to his unit. He climbed a few flights of stairs and entered an apartment on the 3rd floor. The old man looked back down at me. I abruptly changed direction and headed towards him. Even more fearful, he hurried into his apartment, shut and locked the door. I could smell the overpowering scent of fear coming off him.
I awoke.