Nightmare running for my life

Date: 3/26/2020

I had two fully packed pink/reddish moving boxes of my stuff stored in the bathtub. I went to the bathroom to check on them, and I saw they were under a strong plastic bathtub that was placed on top of them. I pictured how people were bathing and putting their weight on my boxes which surprisingly didn’t bug me too much since the boxes were strong. I checked to see if they were wet, and upon closer look I realized they weren’t my boxes, it was some red thing to catch water. Someone had moved my boxes. I don’t talk to my bitch roommates but I had to ask who moved them and where, so I wasn’t wasting my time searching the whole house. I thought about asking Sarah and Alex first, then selimat. Then I saw there was a note on the bathroom door, and thought wow someone had the decency to tell me where they were moving them, great. I read the paper and it had my name on it, but my legal name. It had this address on it, and a reminder for an appointment and a time. It almost looked like an invitation at first and I was wondering if the neighbours were inviting us over for a party and this is how they were doing it. As I read it, it showed I had an appointment for 2am! A dentist appointment! I was instantly sketched out and scared if I gave them my personal information like phone number or email, they clearly knew my address. Sandy came out of her room and I told her about it and how I was scared I was gonna get murdered. I thought about having her come with me to keep us safe, but realized we were both pretty defenceless and would probably just both die, especially if I guy came at us from behind. She told me it was a bad idea for me to go. Then I remembered having a conversation with a woman, I remembered being at a house viewing and she was only able to have me come back to get the place on a certain few days, and I wanted the sooner the better to get the hell out of where I am now. It was a bungalow type house. I remembered saying I was busy that day but wanted to see it ASAP, and told her I wouldn’t be free till nighttime. She said she was always up and free at night that if I was comfortable it wasn’t a problem. I put two and two together and figured we must’ve agreed on 2am. Maybe the house used to be a dentists office before. I read the form to see if my personal information was on it cause I was scared of them tracking me down, but it was seemingly all their contact information and only my legal name and address. Then Alex was passing by, and I asked both her and Sandy if they moved my boxes. Sandy looked like she was about to say yes, then Alex said she was the one who moved them. I asked her where, and she smiled and said someplace I’d never think to look. She took me too a kinda high up shelf that was by the front door (doesn’t exist in real life) and showed me they were behind the stuff, I was the corner of one sticking out. I wasn’t happy about that and I punched her, accidentally in the boob. She laughed about how I punched her in the boob. This bitch constantly laughing was annoying me. I told her it’s cause I’m short that’s just where it naturally reaches. She went to Sandys room and I followed her saying “I have an injured wrist by the way and by having to literally carry those heavy boxes off the shelf I’m injuring it even more, so you can’t move them there again, got it?”. Sandy has a lot of toys displayed in her room and Alex ignored me as she looked around at the toys touching them. “Alex, I have an injured wrist, I can’t move boxes like that so you can’t move them there.. do you understand?” She still didn’t answer. I didn’t let up. “Well, do you understand?” And “is that a yes”. “You can hear me” I heard an mhm but wasn’t sure if it was from her or Sandy. I asked Sandy who was standing outside her room awkwardly if that was her and she said no. I said “fine” to Alex and left the room. I went to the appointment with Sandy. A woman was leading us and showing us around, me and sandy would look behind us once in a while to be safe. One of the times we looked back, there was a man who was about to knock us out and kill us! Unlike the other two times I almost died, I wasn’t going to act of out panic. I was going to live in the moment, be mindful and sharp and do everything I needed to do to escape and make it out alive. We both ran away. I ran from him and suddenly there were bombs lying next to me on the ground that were gonna explode and were letting out deadly gas. Instead of running out in panic or accepting it, I used all the strength in my body to run as far from the bombs as I could and made it away. Then the man was chasing me, and I realized it was my asshole stepdad that was trying to kill me! I ran from him, and knew that no matter what I couldn’t slow down not even for a second no matter how tired I get. As I ran the ground started to slant down, which I loved! It made of much much easier to run faster, I gave into it and let it speed me up, but made sure to be mindful about my feet and my body weight so I didn’t get carried away and trip. Falling was the last thing I wanted to do and I tried hard to avoid it, while also hoping he or the woman would trip and fall. A woman was all trying to murder me, it must’ve been my ex-mom. At one point I started balancing and sliding down too, but continued to run because it felt more stable. I tried hard to keep my mind off being tired. The ground felt like a trampoline and I knew I could bounce to go ever faster, but knew I wasn’t good at jumping so I’d be more likely to fall and even though it looked fun I’d take the safe way. I did try jumping 2 or 3 times, but then stopped myself before it could get dangerous and continued to run. The ground wasn’t slanting down anymore it was straight. I started to get tired and took a couple seconds so slow down and walk, but I knew how dangerous that was! I felt immediately like I fucked up and went back to running. I was really ahead of him, and got to a point where there were two Asian men one after another spaced out, hammering the ground to a beat. To get past them I had to get under the hammer before it came down on me. I saw other people do it, but I didn’t want too. He was supposed to beat you up with the hammer if you refuse, I was really scared he was going to beat me up. But I sat with him quietly, and he did his thing while I just sat quietly. I became a child, like 3 years old. The Asian man was gay, and he got pleasure out of hammering the guys assholes. It’s the reason he let me off easy, he didn’t care to hammer my asshole. So one by one he hammered their assholes, and hard! Sometimes he’d break their ass bone! He hammered at least 3 or 4 guys. Then Arsen came and found me which was my worst nightmare at the moment! He had a cute kawaii girls phone and he set the lockscreen to a collage that had photos of me in it pretending it was my phone. I was a child and he tried to make me look stupid. He said “you can run away spreading your lies pretending that I raped you faking it and I’m so horrible all you want, but you know it’s not true, and you need to come home with me, cmon we’re going home”. I looked at the Asian man in panic for help, and the Asian man hammered Arsens asshole :) I was one of them now. Then I was Tweety Bird, and I was a new escort/prostitute/model for them. One of the guys who worked there gave me a fresh lit cigarette and said that was for me, a reward from the boss. I smoked it at first, but then decided I didn’t like the cigarette and told him I was gonna stick to my coffee instead and stuck my little beak into my coffee which looked like Tim Hortons coffee lifted the cup and drank some. Then I was Stewie from family guy, and I was out alone in a neighborhood plaza. I said a made up phrase “Copa-boota-David” a black guy overheard and thought it was racist. Stewie said it wasn’t racist he just made it up it was random but the guy didn’t believe him. The black guy told his boys and now a bunch of them thought Stewie was racist and tried to hunt him down.