Poison and brainwashing and Landlords thwarting me.

Date: 1/1/2017

I was out and about with a friend. We were sightseeing maybe, or dining. Anyway it was a nice day, and this guy came up to me and started flirting with me. I think he licked my face or behind my ear and poisoned me, like a rufee. Suddenly I couldn't really make sense of anything and while I didn't exactly welcome his advances I didn't push him off like I wanted too. This was in public so he didn't do much but my friend suddenly noticed and grabbed me away from him and stopped him. She proved to the restaurant' s host what he had done(the host licked a bit of the poison from a finger he had put to the stuff behind my ear, it made him dumb funny for a minute), said I was a lesbian and didn't welcome it at all and they called the media and he got in trouble. But her family, which were rich snobbish people, blamed her a bit and it didn't go over well. Later that girl, and her girlfriend were with a group of friends. A lot had happened. She had been accused of a lot publicly, sentenced to jail, it was all politics and her family's doing, and was about to go out on a life on the run. She was going to Paris. She was very upset. Her girlfriend on the other hand was jealous and her group of friend were trying to explain why. The girlfriend suddenly burst out, that the exact life my friend was leading was exactly what she wanted. Adventure, infamy, life abroad. And it seemed like she wanted her girlfriend life which her girlfriend wasn't very happy about. She felt it was boring and predictable. They wanted each other's life. Later I was going home and Miranda was with me. It was my apartment but it was in a different part of town and a different building. Similar but different. On the way some guy sexually assaulted her on the street, and she was brainwashed very briefly, in the same way I had been with the lick poison but telepathic instead, and went along with him willingly for a few paces. Enough there were photographs. It was more like a bug hypnotized by florescent light, he was prancing along the street naked and for a few paces she followed him, face slack and eyes empty. Again this was on the street in public so not much happened and I stopped it from going to far and got her away from him. I decided she was in shock because she wasn't responding to me, she was so traumatized by what had happened, so I hurried us to my building. But they were closing this metal gate thing on the street, maybe like a window front for the sidewalk or part of it? Anyway she went the wrong way, the opposite way of me, in between the metal thing and the wall, and the guys didn't see her, I waved at them and they noticed me and wouldn't let me through, said they were closing. I pointed at her and tried to yell at them to let me get her. They guy was young and idiotic, he decided to instead to grab her. She reacted this time, and fought him, not much really just mild struggle she was in shock and didn't know where she was, and he was shocked at her struggling and hit her. She fell to the ground and didn't move. (I think it's possible he she shot her with a gun but my memory of the dream is very disturbed at this point so I don't know.) I was upset, and needed to call 911. I went to make the call in my apartment, maybe my phone was in there, or something, or I was in shock too. But the elevator wouldn't work and I couldn't find my keys. Finally I got the elevator to close but it went really slowly, like 2 minutes for the first floor to go up. Then it opened prematurely and the land lord and the guy who hurt Miranda were there. The land lord said it's about time sunshine, and said I had been in the elevator for 9 hours. They already took Miranda away to the hospital and oops she hit her head pretty hard, so sorry she was dying. I kept arguing with him, he was trying to cover his ass and the employee's ass. Said it was her fault for fighting him, and she had assaulted him. I told him about the incident with the guy before, that she had been shook up, but all the photos on my phone were deleted, gone. Her family had deleted them so the media wouldn't get them. I was so angry I was storming about trying to call 911, the land lord kept stopping me, and trying to find my key and get up to the apartment. I never could. I kept mixing up my wallet and keys and phone, at any time I only had two in hand. It was frustrating. I kept yelling and saying I was angry at the landlord, I was so angry, and it was like he was taunting me with the lack of information. Like he was getting in my way deliberately to save his own ass. While I was yelling at him and threatening I passed and old lady in the building, eating with other older couples. She was a bit off however, maybe down syndrome, and they sorta shunned her. I stopped my anger and very kindly gave her a water, I poured it into a yellow cup actually, water from the tap, assuming she was thirsty even tho she didn't ask. I also found my way down into the construction which was going on on the buildings lower floor. They had construction workers and interns and everything. A female was hot I noticed briefly and there was an intern counting knotty spots on the wooden floor boards he was laying like it had to be documented and kept in the proper order or something. Like a pattern type thing. I did think it was interesting because as a kid I would count the spots on wooden floor boards just like that and I wondered how many times spots were actually counted in it a floorboards lifetime. Finally it was morning, for no reason, I hadn't even slept, and there were high school girls, rich and dressed like they were fashion models, (not dressed up just apparently really snobby and rich,) going trick or treating. It was Halloween Morning. The sun was shining and it was pretty. They wore cute little plushies hanging from their belts. I was desperate to get to Miranda but I couldn't call anyone, she was dying in the hospital so there was no one to call, I didn't even know which hospital to call, they finally told me she had been taken to the nearest one. But I didn't know the way, I though about walking but still needed my phone to give me directions. It was offensive because it wasn't working correctly. It's pictures were of something else, like some TV show, and they made no sense. I couldn't get system to work right. It had been tampered with. Finally I realized they were in different tabs and I found the photos of Miranda being sexually assaulted on the street by the naked guy. Apparently they hadn't been deleted from the root drive. It was a small, almost insignificant victory tho because she was still dying and I couldn't figure out a way to get to her. Finally I was planning in my head her funeral. I was frustrated because her family wouldn't even care if she were dead or not and wouldn't answer my phone calls nor collect the body, and I didn't have the money for a funeral.