Entrapment , and enslavement

Date: 8/3/2016

I was house sitting for SOMONE I knew , their ex roommate came in and started Freaking out and trashing the place. I finally left to call the cops . I come back there and there is T ( the friend ) sitting there smoking and it wasn't a cigarette , the exroomate and her were friends and they suddenly are strangely all chummy . T's listening to C tell her well it wasn't all bad I suppose there was some damages, I finally turn and leave. The scene gets blurred. I'm in some clib. The music so dead and the place seems like an after hours that is empty. I look at SOMONE I know and say I'm leaving there's no guys here .., as I'm leaving a string of people all male are coming in. I'm pretty ticked now because I think too late now I left already. So I go up the stairs and as I'm walking out this guy tries to hand me something but he doesn't let go . A pin pricks me hand and he runs back and I realize that was a cop. I look and am enraged. " you know I haven't done anything. Being in an after hours does t mean I'm high. He then say here's the right for me to do it . As he hands it to another victim. I look at what this guy was handed while leaving saying hmmm, no right to freedom of speech, no warrant this was a sting with no orders. Interesting. Then the one that just took a blood sample gets cocky saying yeah and we have a DNA trace on you. I roll my eyes . The guy at the testing setup looks and says " not so fast bro or not them " . Then he chases us down the street and I'm cold kinked on the back of the head. I wake up back at the front door of the after hours and that same idiot cop is now asking me if i know the second guy he used the pin prick trick on I realize I hadn't seen the face... It was SOMONE I know , an ex. I look and then he's asking if he's your ex why did you split. I look and his backs now too me. I said because he was a drunk spoiled brat then and still is now. Suddenly this idiot cop says oh god now he's bawling I look and there is R bawling and his hand is on his face. I hated seeing it . Then he comes over saying how he will make everything better. I look and say you never could .... You know call me when you're sober.... I won't hold my breath , you never do . ( this ex was a talented musician and recording artist at one time ) I start to sense he's following me . I see myself in a notorious music store on Granville street , Tommy Lee I think it was called. I'm looking at a piano , the ex starts playing " Obsession " by Sarah McLachlan ... And I feel consumed , deducted. I'm almost ready to give in and take him back , I look over my shoulder and hear a salesman ask from across the room.... It's that idiot cop , I feel rage and wake up. .... Seriously halo ... These PTSD nightmares have to stop . This error mix of things that didn't happen with things and people and events that did is getting to be a nasty way to wake up. Remember , that ex is gone , you lived. He didn't. And I'm not sure what I he whole cop entrapment mistaken identity was... But clear Y something right now is reminding you of that ex, how ensnared you were , the way he used his talent to enrapture you back every time and then the explosion of another cycle of awful would begin... Maybe after spilling some of it out there to the world it will stop and let you sleep