Cez Presents: The Roadtrip

Date: 2/24/2019

I dreamt that my lover begged me to go on this road trip, begging on their hands and knees! And after thinking about it, I agreed. So we went on a Tour America road trip. It was pleasant to have some time alone to be with my partner again, traveling somewhere new. We fed each other icecream, and went to antiques shops in cookie cutter colonial cobblestone towns. We slept in kitchy BnBs hoasted by old ladies, with huge beds. It was certainly tranquil. On our third stop nearing Georgia, our airbnb cancelled on us last minute. The owners said it was because they over booked, but I thought it was bigotry. We decided to pull up on the side of the road to camp out. And we rolled the moon roof and stared at the stars. I tried to name as many constellations as possible, as they laughed at me and said that most of them I pointed didn't exist. And we softly kissed each other to sleep. When I woke up, I heard a soft tapping and rubbed my eyes. I froze up when I realized it was coming from outside of the car, so I turned the headlights on. My eyes locked on a man, tapping his boney fingers across the glass, his eyes shown in the dark of the headlights. He was thinner than a twig, his bones showing through and only wearing a loincloth. He screamed some inaudible words and I shook my partner awake. They started screaming and the bearded man started screaming louder and banging on the car. They started up the car (too slowly, I pointed out) and we sped off down the dirt road. I started screaming and pushing them as I saw the bearded figure get on all fours and sprinting behind the car. My partner hit the gas on the petal and we got away. Honestly it could've been a lost hiker or a homeless dude or a hill billy but- at 4 AM? It was too scary. That's all of my dream.