I don't dream very often, but this one felt fairly real in comparison to any other I've ever had.
I was walking up a dirt hill minding my own business as I tried to get to the bus stop, as I was walking there, there was this huge muscle built African dude who walked past by me, who had tribal scarring on his face, sort of like this nigga. As he walked past by me, he gave me an evil stare, looking down at my shoes as if he wanted to take them, but (surprisingly) it turned out that he wouldn't be the one who would attack me. Instead, it would be an old black woman, she was skinny, malnourished, and wore a greyish blue hoodie. I attempted to walk past her, but that was when she pulled me to the side and drew out her knife, I told her that I didn't have anything on me, but she still persisted anyways. She then tried to shank me, but fortunately, I caught the blade and stabbed her back, causing her to bleed to death. There were tons of people to the left of me watching from a safe distance (Probably 10-20 feet back). They didn't help at all in this situation and just stood there as if it was a show to them, when I finally got on the bus, I saw the same African dude sitting across me that I had noticed before, he was still staring at me with the same evil look that he had beforehand. This was when I noticed that during my encounter, I got cut pretty damn bad below the center of my chest, where my ribcage meets my stomach. That's when I panicked, and called out to all of the people on the bus that I needed a doctor, and that I would soon die. They weren't eager about it, or worried, they just sat and stood there, minding their own business.
Then I suddenly woke up in my bed, shocked by how surreal the experience was.
Fucking Crackheads man...
I was walking up a dirt hill minding my own business as I tried to get to the bus stop, as I was walking there, there was this huge muscle built African dude who walked past by me, who had tribal scarring on his face, sort of like this nigga. As he walked past by me, he gave me an evil stare, looking down at my shoes as if he wanted to take them, but (surprisingly) it turned out that he wouldn't be the one who would attack me. Instead, it would be an old black woman, she was skinny, malnourished, and wore a greyish blue hoodie. I attempted to walk past her, but that was when she pulled me to the side and drew out her knife, I told her that I didn't have anything on me, but she still persisted anyways. She then tried to shank me, but fortunately, I caught the blade and stabbed her back, causing her to bleed to death. There were tons of people to the left of me watching from a safe distance (Probably 10-20 feet back). They didn't help at all in this situation and just stood there as if it was a show to them, when I finally got on the bus, I saw the same African dude sitting across me that I had noticed before, he was still staring at me with the same evil look that he had beforehand. This was when I noticed that during my encounter, I got cut pretty damn bad below the center of my chest, where my ribcage meets my stomach. That's when I panicked, and called out to all of the people on the bus that I needed a doctor, and that I would soon die. They weren't eager about it, or worried, they just sat and stood there, minding their own business.
Then I suddenly woke up in my bed, shocked by how surreal the experience was.
Fucking Crackheads man...
