May 8th, 2010 Dream

Veronica wished me sweet dreams last night, how wrong to admit that I did not have one. It was terrifying, intense and infuriating.

It began in my room with my mom up here talking to me. My step dad enters and spots the plastic sword on my bookcase and goes to take it. "What're you doing?" I ask, no response. He walks out of my room with it, but I will not be ignored, nor have my things stolen. I follow him down the stairs and to the front living room where the Christmas tree was, it was still there in the dream. I shove him, hard, and he rolls and tumbles into the wall, I run after him. I begin pulling ornaments off the tree and throwing them at him hoping they'll shatter on his face but they don't, I am too weak. Somehow a pair of barber scissors ends up in my hand and I stab him in the chest and stomach three times. I am frightened of what he'll do when he gets up, so I run. I run up to my room, bolting, trying my hardest not to fall, once reaching the boundaries of my rooms walls I lock and shut my door but it will not close, I slam it over and over again until the bolt goes into the hole and finally it does, I am safe, relieved. But my brother is downstairs and I hear him call. "Taylor.. Taylor I have something!" Instantly I am filled with grief and I open my door to him, taking the steps down quietly. Gun shots are heard as I reach the bottom and I bolt grabbing my brothers arm. "He has a gun! He has a gun!" my brother screams. Once again the same procedure is made when shutting and locking my door. Nervousness and intensity fill every crevice of my skin as I search for my phone. "911, 911, please I need to call". I find it, I dial, no answer but music. I dial again, an answer on the third beat. "Hello?" "Please.. I need help. My step dad has a gun, hes trying to kill me, us, please! I need help!" "We'll send someone down.

It all becomes jumbled from there, but a cop comes, then leaves, refusing to get involved. I call again, another cop comes and he is shot. I give up on cops and call Samuel L. Jackson and explain to him my situation. He attempts to break into my house and kill my step dad for me, a hero, but he is shot once my step dad notices him. I call a cop again, he comes and is sneakier, more helpful but fails. I take his gun and suddenly my step dad and I are dueling outside, I'm tucking, rolling, jumping, dodging, gun shots firing aimlessly, but mine are directed at him. 

And I awake.