Bad dreams

For as long as I can remember I’ve been one to remember dreams, good and bad. Last night I woke up from a bad dream.

First, a little back story. In the early 90’s there was a college basketball star for the local college; he was drafted by the NBA, and then played in international leagues and coached some. I hate basketball so I don’t really know. My stepdad follows basketball.

Fast-forward to maybe 7 years ago I was looking for rentals, and this guy owns a crap ton in the area; same college town that he is an alumni for. I never reached out, because I found some elsewhere that worked out better. Somehow he started messaging me on Facebook; and it was creepy, like I blocked him creepy. He showed up at the country bar I was a regular at acting all creepy, and would not stop gawking.  I’m not anything special, just a tomboy.

He got a little blunt one night; and TOTALLY crossed the line, and it’s tough to do so with me. I told him “wrong fucking answer” and walked up to the owner of the establishment, and told him that it was either he leave, or I’ll never come back. I was a bit embarrassed to tell him what was said to me, but I told him, and he was gone.  I waited around for  while and left too.

I unfortunately have to drive past this creeps condo on the way to my condo, and he knows its me…

I had a dream about him last night and I cannot shake it. I had a hard time falling back asleep. I know my condo is secure; that you have to have a key or be let in; but he’s a 6’10 stocky black guy; that I’m certain I’ve never seen smile. He owns property RIGHT next to my condo complex.

I just keep hoping that he’ll go back to Chicago, but his latest vehicle has Iowa plates, you know cuz all these years they’ve had Illinois ones.

… this too shall pass…


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