Fate in the Arts

Date: 1/31/2021

Went to some kind of rock concert that took place in a barn on a farm. Inside the barn it was like a theater with rows of seats starting from the entrance and going down into the ground (like a lecture hall). I was sitting in the 3rd row from the front with a coworker of mine and some Indian man. He was tall and bald, had a round face and moustache. Pookie was sitting a few seats behind me - why weren't we sitting together? At some point I left the barn to go to the bathroom, but ended up doing some farm exploration. I went to a building that was called the Couture Sensory building. There were clothes of different couture fabrics hanging everywhere and I was totally blown away. I tried on a cream coloured cashmere cardigan and fell in love. I also saw a vintage jacquard jacket that I knew my coworker would love. On my way out I ran into a cute coloured boy, he had spiky hair and a backpack on. I asked him if he worked at  the couture building, but he said no. Going back into the barn as I'm making my way back to my seat I pass the coloured boy I met outside. He was selling weed to the person seated next to him, so I said loud enough for him to hear me, "Ohhh so that's what you do" and winked at him when he looked at me with a smirk. I grabbed Pookie's hand as I passed him and dragged him to where I'd been sitting next to my coworker and told them about the couture building. They wanted to go. After the concert for some reason instead of going to the building we took a walk. But then remembered we need to go back. Pookie said that he parked his car somewhere close to where we were now so he could just drive us back. The indian man was with us again. We were now making our way through a city, which resembled Johannesburg CBD slightly, to get to Pookie's car. The streets were full of homeless people and abandoned buildings; run down and weathered. We weaved through alleyways and ducked behind buildings until we made our way to one of the abandoned buildings' parking lot. Behind a wall was Pookie's car covered in cardboard to hide it. It looked like a vintage BMW but quite futuristic. It was small and square shaped and convertible, but the roof was made of black glass *the rest of the car was like a metallic pale/pastel green*. As we finished I jumped into the passenger seat (I'm the friend here so duh) and before I could look up the car was moving - it was the Indian man driving. I asked him wtf he's doing and he said he's just taking it for a test drive. I told him to turn the car around but he ignored me. Panicking because I dont want Pookie to think I stole his car, I slapped the man on the head and screamed to turn the car around and he said at the next available U-turn. I watched as we passed the next available U-turn and slapped him across the face and screamed again. He ignored me. I phoned to tell him where we were and that he should call the police, but as I was talking to him the Indian man shot me in the gut a couple of times. END.