Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/16/2018
By fluffytree
I'm riding down the street with my sister around where my old car mechanic Lamar lives for some reason and then end up encountering these Jamaican girls on the road walking who I strike up a conversation with about magic. They tell me all about how to cast spells and how not to do them and also what to stay away from. They mention stuff about voodoo as well. I think they are legit witches and it's interesting to hear them talk so passionately about it. I certainly wouldn't wanna ever get on their bad side that's for sure. Then I get a call on my phone from someone saying I need to get to a specific address because the police are surrounding my mom for being disorderly. So we head there and get to a concrete slope that leads down to a giant parking lot. At the far end we can see our mom surrounded by 5 cops with batons drawn clearly ready to beat her. She's crying and hysterical while trying to fight them which is really the worst thing you can do when you're black. Then they begin beating her to subdue her and I lose it. I bolt out the car and rush over. The cops try and stop me but their reflexes are not as fast as mine and they're surprisingly slow and weak. My goal is only to draw them away from my mother before she's yet another fatal black victim to police brutality. All of them chase me and sometimes they manage to grab me but time seems to slow down or maybe I'm so fast everything briefly seems that way, but it allows me to just weave around them with ease. They can't believe how agile I am. I should fight them but no. I certainly want to especially with them ganging up on a middle-aged black women who's physically weaker than all of them, however that would do more harm than good for the both of us. I know I'll likely be arrested tonight but at least my mom will be safe.. I wake shortly afterwards.