City Life

The sun was down. Derek said he wanted to go dancing. We drove to the club and he went out on the floor by himself. I stayed at the table.

Later Reece had a television in the back seat. He said we were going to watch a movie. He would not give the apartment number. He put pieces of tape on the railings as he went up.

We followed the tape through the stairwell. On the fourth landing it stopped. We stood there. Somebody downstairs was coming up. Reece looked at the television and then at the door in front of us. He didn't say anything.

Laws were broken. Debts left unpaid. Minutes later we would be lying in a ditch, car wrecked, and surrounded by cops.

I wake up.

The Dancing Man

A Nightmare From My Past

One dark night, my mother is driving home.

     She drives lonely roads lined with corn and bean fields. Off in the distance, in the middle of a field, she sees a light. As she focuses her gaze, she sees a man. He is dancing. Not elegant dancing, SCARY DANCING!!! His moves point to his insanity. Who is he? Why is he there? Why does he dance? He knows she is watching and that is the point. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Miley

Dream 6-21-13

I am sleeping on the floor of a second story building. Many of us are sleeping here, including my mom. The room is open, meaning, there aren't any walls, so we are practically outside. A few people are walking around, they must be restless sleepers. I decide to raise my head up and spit off the balcony. I then lay back down. The man next to me gets the blame for what I've done. The man at the front says that I couldn't have possibly spit off the balcony because I was sleeping and I have a book next to me about dancing.

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Our alarm clock is a band at the front of the room. I could be wrong but I believe that it's Miley Cyrus singing. God help me. Dream ends.

I wake up.