My grandma drove a car through a lesbian’s home

Date: 11/8/2019

I had this dream where I was riding in one of those small, electric kids jeeps with my grandma when she did something weird. Her eyes went blank and she just like... froze. Her foot froze on the pedal and we started heading straight for this house because we reached a turn and she didn’t turn. I kept shouting to wake her but she wouldn’t listen- or couldn’t. Then we crashed straight through the living room of somebody’s house. My grandma ‘woke up’ when we crashed. We were fine but the size of the house was like demolished. She was all like “oh, silly me!” and I was like “HOLY SHIT FUCK AHHHHH” and then this lady appeared from the next room over with her 5-10 y/o son. She was chill about it considering we just fucking destroyed her house, she and my grandma started talking. She was like, “oh yes I actually just married and we moved in here a week ago, we’re still unpacking” and the little kid came up to me and asked my name and stuff while we waited for my mom to come pick us up. I asked the kid who his dad was because the mom’s last name was a common name, Smith or something, and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t this girl in my class’s house who I just ran into. The kid said “I don’t have a daddy” and 2 and 2 matched up in my head and I was like (internally) OH SHIT I HAVE A LESBIAN NEIGHBOR! I was super excited because I don’t know many lesbians irl, I live in a neighborhood full of religious catholic old people who would literally probably try and burn me alive if they knew I was a lesbian. So I was happy to have someone nearby. Idk it’s kind of like finding out an older mentor moved in nearby. I could talk to her and feel safe being myself around her, something I can’t even do at my own house. And she might give me advice or some shit idk. But either way I was excited. Then I had this second dream where I was in my old school, the first one I ever went to. It was a catholic school so I was nervous, even tho I’m closeted. All of the kids were called back and i was trying to see which of my classmates I remembered. They had all grown so it was weird. Then the kid behind me at this reunion thing started poking at my butt, I had the old uniform on which had a short skirt so I was very uncomfortable. He was mentally disabled and the teacher wasn’t doing anything about him so I just dragged him out of the classroom so I could ask him to stop without seeming rude. But then once we got to the dark, abandoned hallway I realized it probably wasn’t the brightest idea. He started making to pull down my skirt and he pinned me against the wall like he was going to rape me. I was so scared, I kicked him in the crotch and ran back to the classroom, but it was like all nightmares where your running is clumsy and slow and never seems to be fast enough. I made it to the classroom but still wasn’t relieved, I locked the door behind me and throughout the rest of class I was smoothing down my skirt and super nervous. It’s weird because I’m never scared of the dreams where I die or where I get hurt, but this scared me so bad i woke up scared.