Welp. I was held hostage last night. So that happened.
It was in a dream, thankfully. Remember how I told you the other day that I get nightmares when I get really warm while I am sleeping? Well, I was quite warm last night.
In my dream, my mom and I were taking a class. (I’m not sure why I was dreaming of school since I just finished grad school not even two weeks ago, but, then again, it was a nightmare.) Our class was in our house. But it wasn’t our house. Yeah. One of those situations.
Then this guy walks in. He had frizzy, curly hair, so I’ll be stereotyping people for a bit. Sorry.
He told us that we needed to leave. So we all walked outside, but waited outside the door. No one called the cops. We just stood there outside the “school.” The outside of the house kind looked like a movie theater with the ticket kiosk.
Then he told us all to come back into the classroom. I was really freaked out. I knew something bad had happened and I was desperate for someone to call the cops, but was too afraid to do so myself.
And then I realized that everything was a dream and I wasn’t really a hostage and I woke up.