curly had a Gun

Date: 6/22/2016

Sometimes when I cant sleep and I'm at that point between asleep and awake i dream that my brother, no matter what time it is, comes over and takes me and my dog Wally out for a walk. It usually helps me get to sleep completely. So I dreamt that he came over and took me and Wally out. On our way back i noticed these three boys standing in a row across the street facing us. I glanced at the middle one who i recognized as a boy named Curly. And when i looked away he immediately started walking over to me aggressively catcalling and using all manner of profanity to try to get my attention. We walked on quickly ignoring him but when he got closer and tried to touch me i spun around and started swearing and yelling at him to leave me alone. I put out my arms to stop him from getting any closer but i got a feeling like he'd just use this action against me and grab me so i pulled my arms back into my chest. He finally came right up to me and stared in my face menacingly and held his hands directly over my arms hovering just above my skin.... He started saying threatening things like "Do you want me to hurt you?" and "i have a gun. I can show it to you." In a very low voice so only I could hear it. I backed away slowly before finally turning and running around the corner. Robert seemed to have disappeared by this time but i still had my dog. When i turn the corner i see theres a big black SUV parked in front of our house and another car parked blocking our driveway with parents standing at the open trunk talking. Their children are playing with toys in our front yard. The now divorced parents of the children i babysit were standing in the middle of the street talking. Suddenly my dog turns into the kids I babysit for and they're still stuck on the leash. Their Dad comes up and asks me if I'm okay but I'm still dazed and scared from what Curly did. I say "Yeah, I'm just tired," and he says in an understanding way "right of course. Well thats why I'm here." And he takes the leash but their Dad is abusive in real life and I couldn't help but feel like I betrayed the kids. But i was too distracted to think about it and walked over to the parents near my driveway. I ask them what they're doing here and one hipster Dad who I think was gay replies that none of them really know. I walk over to the kids and kneel down to pick up one of their toys. I roll it around in my hand and look over to the SUV. The doors on the sidewalk side are open and inside are the three boys from before with children surrounding them looking inside the big car. Curly is sitting in the drivers seat staring at me, hard, with a smug grin on his face. He starts mumbling threatening things again saying he's got his gun on him. At first i didn't believe him but then in the dark shadows of the car i see he's holding it and pointing it straight at me. The kids don't seem to see it and i get scared again. I slowly put down the car and start backing away towards the group if parents as I try to talk Curly down. I try to signal to the parents that he's got a gun but my hands wont move right and when ever i try and speak to them it all just comes out in inaudible whispers. Finally i run inside my house and try to get my moms attention and tell her about whats going on but she just doesn't hear me. Until finally i shout her name and she turns around. I tell her everything and the next morning we got to the train station (for some reason). At the train station we stand in line to get tickets. I sit on a bench nearby but then notice a group of people in front of us who are just now starting to pay. They turn around and its the boys. Curly grins and walks over to me. One of the other boys dumps out all the stuff from my backpack onto the bench and ground. Curly starts reaching for my stuff but never touches it and they all laugh as i struggle to pick up my things. My mom comes over and we realize theres a fourth person with the boys. Curly's uncle. My mom tells him that they need to have a talk so me, my mom and Curly's Uncle all get into a car. He says "what have my boys done now." My mom starts telling him and pauses to let me tell it. I tell him what happened and he doesn't seem surprised. My mom tells him about the gun and he says "yes I have a gun." My mom says "well it sounds like Curly has it now" he laughs a little and asks what this is really about. I keep telling him about the harassment and he says "right" like he understands and nods somberly. But then he says "well I think you need to apologize for what you said" i try and tell him that I didn't do anything but he gets out the car and as soon as he does Curly walks up in a gray hoodie and pints the gun straight at us...and then I wake up...