The car, the tattoo, the movie

Date: 4/22/2025

The battery of my car was new but kept dying. It was weird because it worked fine but needed an extra charger adapter thing frequently. A black guy in this random parking garage helped me but Suz wouldn’t give him a ride back to my car. She was afraid and then felt bad about it after she saw how far my car was. She could tell I was mad. He still walked it back to help me. Had to go through high weeds, fences and all kinds of shit. Stephen was there. He was signing some agreement with me and got my initials tattooed on his neck! I believe we were in the theatre at that point. A giant airy room with 2 giant screens. I was supposed to be seeing Sinners with Adam Higginbotham. I remembered I wanted to sneak some alcohol in but my detox wasn’t over. I got it out of my car to put in my bag. Was a going to break my non drinking streak? I was directed by some people in the audience that the screen on the right was for Sinners but we would be taking a shuttle to the actual theatre. It was an older building. Almost like an old church back in the woods. There were people directing the seating and the screen wasn’t as big. Mostly black audience. Not as diverse as the last location. I was texting Adam asking if he was near. Then I see him out the window. He’s tall. Abbed up and sexy. Looks comfortable and like the type who only dates black girls. I walk to the door to meet him and we find a seat in the back row. It’s a square like bucket seat you sink into but it’s super comfortable. We start talking and catching up. There’s a random white lady talking to people in my row about college and if any of us visited or were interested in the colleges that were at the last location (I guess it was part of some program going on there?) then she gets an attitude with me for zero reason so I tell her I already graduated from college. She gets embarrassed and Adam seems happy I put her in her place. He gets up to go converse and a little girl with dark hair sits beside me in his place. She’s white as well and about 5. I tell her my friend is sitting there. When he comes back she asks if she can sit with him, there’s clearly not enough room. Then she asks if she can have his Mickey Mouse seat cushion/pillow thing. He ablidges regretfully. This dream was very racially driven.