I was in my step-fathers home.

I walked into a bedroom, and there were two TVs.

A flatscreen and an older model from the 90s.

I was standing in the middle of the room, watching the flatscreen.

And I was thinking aloud about one of my books.—referencing the dialogue from it

You came into the room behind me and asked me about the book.

I was shocked to see you, and I got into the bed.

You remained standing.

I said something to you, but you didn’t hear me.

You were so consumed with what was happening on the flatscreen.

Some women came into the room, and one of them got into the bed with me.

You laughed at what was on the TV, and then you left out the room.

When I tried to go after you, the woman on the bed attacked me.

I didn’t want to fight.

I even tried to get her to leave me alone.

So when she kept grabbing at me, I grabbed her and flipped her out of the bed.

She was strong, but I was able to ram her head into the wall repeatedly.

But then I realized that she was allowing me to beat her up.

So I pushed her away from me and attempted to flee the scene.

One of the other women in the room saw me running for the door, and she attempted to slam it shut in my face.

I wasn’t fast enough.

And as it was slamming shut, I forced myself to wake up.

End dream…

First of all!

Why the fuck did you leave me in the room with those bitches?

When I woke up, I was like, did this motherfucker just try to hurt me?

But I didn’t get that when I ran the events of the dream back over in my head.

I don’t think that anyone of us had any clue as to what was going to happen.

I really don’t understand some of the dream.

I left some parts out. —Those I do understand

You were nice to me.

But you left me abruptly.

I don’t understand it.

(shrugs)

*See the image above —Try that shit in real life, “Bossman,” that’s gonna be us!