Stolen car and scary breathing

Date: 11/22/2017

So of course I'm writing this later in the day when I can't remember all the details. The first part I can recall is, I was at a family members house, but I didn't recognize them as my actual family. I was calling them Aunti and uncle. We were headed out to go visit more family. At first I didn't want to go, I wanted to go to the store and shop. So they told me to go ahead. So suddenly I'm at this huge mall with this woman and a little girl. The woman was Caucasian and very overweight, what looked like 400lbs and the little girl was mixed, very cute but full of energy. I wasn't sure how I knew them. I kept trying to do my own shopping but I had to wait until the little girl tried on her own outfits. It was frustrating because she was becoming really whinny and wanted to try in tons of outfits. When I tried leaving them to do my own shopping the mother became very distraught because she couldn't handle the little girl alone. So I stayed to help. Then it got the point where I was fed up. I told the girl what she was getting and that was that. I left. I ended up back at the house and my uncle and Aunti were ready to leave, I asked them to wait for me. I needed to get my banana bread and clothes together (for some reason the banana bread was really important) they had their bags packed and ready to go by the door. So I'm rushing around getting things together and then all of a sudden my son appears and I have to get him ready and packed to. I knock over a glass of what looks like juice, and it spills behind my uncles feet, I just leave it there. I start to tell them to just go and I'll catch up but as they walk towards the door, I hear this deep throaty whispering voice speaking. I can't make out what it's saying but it freaks me out, so I ask them not to leave me yet. It happens a few more times where they try to leave, they are at the door I hear the voice I turn around and nothing is there, but I feel like something is here and I beg them to wait for me. Then it skips to me being with a friend at someone house I don't recognize. I had just gotten the car my brother is going to give me (which is supposed to happen in reality) it's nice and clean and exactly how I remember it. So I tell my friend can she drive my old car and follow me to my house. But she jumps in my brothers car. I yell after her to stop, but she sticks her head out the window and just smiles and waves. So I assume she just wants to drive it herself to the house. I hop in my car with a different friend (that I don't recognize and to busy to try and see who they are cause I'm trying to keep up with my car) I go to my house and my new car isn't there. I'm furious. I began driving around town looking for it. Finally I go to this rundown neighborhood and see my car, it has all types of dents and dings and scuffs. I'm pissed, I run into the convenient store it's parked in front of and find my friend in there high off of her ass! I start yelling at her, but she is just staring at me grinning, non-comprehensive because she's high. So I walk away, walk to the car and it's like in a matter of minutes it was even worse. There was a whole new hood that was a different color on the car, it was rusted around where the tires were. I just looked and felt tears coming on and woke up.