by 12ozLongneck on Fri Oct 12, 2012 7:26 am
I dreamed that I was at a restaurant meeting some people. They were running a little bit late so I got a table. I got up and went to the restroom and when I got back, there was a woman and a teenage girl holding a baby sitting at my table. I informed them that was my table. The teenage girl responded that the table was theirs now and punctuated her explanation with "...and you're a whore." I took a deep breath and decided to attempt to resolve the situation in a rational manner. I looked at the lady across the table, who I assumed was the mother, and asked if she was just going to let her daughter talk to a stranger like that. She ignored me and continued to drink her ice tea. I made numerous attempts to secure assistance from a restaurant employee, but couldn't find anyone who would help me. At this point, I grew frustrated, walked back to the table, looked the teenage girl with the baby square in the eye, said "You know who's a fucking whore? A 16 year old with a baby, that's who!" and flipped the table over. At this point, this girl's boyfriend pulls up in a Kia subcompact and gets out. I can see that he is holding a gun which he has hidden in a paper sack. I start running and he chases me around in a development of unfinished houses for awhile. I return to the restaurant to try to leave, but the boyfriend's car is parked right behind mine and has it blocked in. The door is open and it is still running. At this point, I get the attention of some random person walking by, point at the car and say "Hey, I don't need you to steal that car, but I need you to get in it and just move it like 10 feet forward" and give him $40, which was all the cash I had on me. He takes the money, shrugs his shoulders and then walks into the restaurant without doing a damn thing. Then I woke up.
Your existence is not impossible, but it’s also not very likely.