Date: 2/9/2019
By felly
This is the second time I’ve had this dream. I go over to a new clients house to talk with them about buying a new home. The man is older, he’s Asian, the woman is an older white woman. But two extra people were there this time - an early 20 something asian male and a black man maybe in his mid to late 30’s. I’m speaking to the Asian man about what they’re looking for in a home and he asked me if I have a California drivers license. I say yes. He asks if I got it recently. And I said, “I know I look young, but I’m actually not that young. I’ve had my license for awhile.” He asks to see it. I hand it to him and he rubs the photo of me with his thumb. I don’t like it. They tell me to go check out the attic space, which is more like a loft. Once up there I look around the room. There are two beds with disheveled sheets. The walls are unfinished exposing the wooden support beams. I imagine how cute this room could be as a play room or guest room. When I return from the attic, the wife is in the kitchen and has been for awhile. She said she’s making tea and a snack. The man is sitting too close to me now. I’m uncomfortable. The asian guy is too quiet. The black man is sad and uncomfortable too and he’s laying on a couch. Then I realize I’m laying on a bed with the asian man and asian guy. I feel weird about this, so I sit up. I’m looking on my phone at properties we might be able to see today. I consider telling them about Bens condo, but then realized it would be a downgrade from their current home. I tell them anyway. The asian man is giving me the creeps. He’s trying to get in my space. The woman finally returns from the kitchen with a bagel sandwich and two tea cups. She says “this ones yours” as she hands me the tea and a plate with the bagel on it. I look down at it and start to think of how to get out of here. I didn’t like how she wanted me to take this specific tea cup. My thoughts immediately went to “they’re trying to drug me.” I think of the upstairs room with the twin beds. The frightening image of me being trapped in that room or to one of those beds floods my mind. I set the plate and the tea cup down on the counter. There was a lot of junk in the house and all over the counter. As I set them down I say “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go” with more fear in my voice than I meant to let on. I run to the door and out into the front yard. There’s now a huge fence surrounding the yard, maybe 20 feet tall. As I grab the handle on the gate I’m picked up by the younger asian guy. He brings me inside and locks the door behind him. He sets me in front of the asian man. The black guy is tearing up and is trying to leave too. As the asian man paces around the living room, I tell the black guy that he needs to hit him. He says he can’t fight. When the asian man gets close to me again, I start punching, but they aren’t landing. I yell at the black guy to help but he’s too scared. I’m throwing my arms into these punches but they’re landing in the air right next to his head. I try to grab the plate on the counter to smash over his head, but it’s now too heavy to pick up. He’s standing so nonchalantly and with such confidence. I think “just punch him straight on Felicia”. When I finally did, it felt powerful, but it landed softly. I knew it was hopeless.