Olympics/Seeing ex family

Date: 2/27/2018

Some weird version of the Olympics was taking place in the middle of a highway cross section. The kind where one highway turns into a bridge above the other. There were four levels, and no cars. The streets were filled with people, and white clothed circle tables for everyone to sit at. There were a few large screens around the area so that we could easily watch the competitors. There were a couple of odd competitions at this Olympic event. A Super Smash Brothers competition, and I think one event having to do with smoking weed. I don’t remember quite clearly. I was with someone, but I don’t remember who. Possibly my sister. We were sitting at one of the tables. The table next to us happened to be my ex-stepdads family. All of them. And I could hear them talking about me. I was uncomfortable and I became upset, so I left the table. I didn’t realize until later that I had accidentally left my purse there. Before I had that realization, I was walking around the streets, watching the massive screens on display. The Smash Bros competition was happening. It was melee, specifically. This skinny kid with real dark hair won. I don’t remember who his main was. In the middle of all of this, there was a handful of people freaking out for what seemed like no reason at all. But as I approached them, they were screaming about earthquakes. We were apparently experiencing massive earthquakes... that we couldn’t feel. It was strange, but what could be done about it? Nothing was happening. Around here is when I remembered my purse. My ex-family took my purse. And when I confronted them about it, they wouldn’t give it back. My journal was in there. I’ve had that journal since 2013. It’s so personal, and they weren’t going to give it back. I was begging them, actually begging. I was crying and pleading with them to give it back. I woke up because I was crying. I was having trouble breathing in reality. So now I’m up.