Stalker

Date: 10/25/2018

My old biology teacher ran a car wash in my dream, and it was in the middle of a dark crowded city. I was walking along at night but little had I known that I had a stalker. I heard the rustle of feet on asphalt and I ran until I could not run anymore, to the car wash my teacher ran. I hid inside the store and peeped out the window. My stalker was this slumped over kid with long brown hair covering his face. He looked like a druggie. My teacher offered me a ride home in a red mustang. It was the only way home or else the stalker would kill me.