2 nightmares in one.

Date: 4/28/2017

In the beginning, I was at school and a bunch of things started to go wrong. I was beginning flunk classes I had an A average in and there were several projects due right around the corner that I barely had begun. This was also the last day of school. I was extremely stressed but somehow, this nightmare subsided. But it progressed into a different one. It was suddenly Christmas and I was at my grandmother's house. Somehow, Baby-Me was there and I was able to meet her (well me... She was so cute!) and interact with her. I was holding her in my lap in the livingroom near an open window when I heard my cousin's voice. When I looked out he was with some friend of his and both of them were pretending to be homeless, asking this actual homeless kid for money. He gave them the only $2 he had, and they still came back because they wanted his last possession, a toy car. I ended up screaming out Kari's name and shamefully, he came to the window, already knowing what I was going to say. At first he denied it and then he went on to say that if I did this (which I never did) that he was allowed to, too. Long story short I made him and his friend give the kid his stuff back and then I asked a friend of mine who lived nearby to look after the homeless kid. For some reason, Kari's friend told his parents and his dad was pissed that I intercepted. Real big guy dressed in all black came charging with his wife from Argentina, looking for a fight with a fourteen year old. Somehow, he and his wife ended up inside the house and me, my dad, and nana, outside. When my dad realized this he charged at the guy and I assumed he would be fine since he'd been a bouncer in the Bronx for years not to mention he practiced karate and boxing enough to know how to kill somebody, even a guy as big as this one. Somehow though, the dude threw my dad on the table nearly knocking him out with ease. He smirked as he then went on to force my grandmother and me inside, where he then took out his pistol. He said something along the lines of "Is there a problem?" and I don't remember much after that. Eventually he left I suppose and I fled into the livingroom with the now broken and destroyed Christmas presents, crying my eyes out because I ruined Christmas all for not being a bystander. Basically as soon as I picked up Baby-Me, it kind of registered that it's impossible to meet your baby-self and I realized I never left my bed, and then I woke up. Crying.