Run From Them

Date: 7/9/2016

Me my husband, 3 grown children, and dog are driving to some type of convention. When we park we get out and look around for a place to stay. My eldest son, age 20 sees his friends and they want to fight against the police because they killed Harry.(I don't know anyone by that name.) I say know and try to leave but the road dead ends to The Bahamas. Wtf? So we have to drive across this rain Forrest bridge over a beautiful beach 100ft below. The bridge is wooden and gets smaller and smaller until our Chevy Impala can't go any further. We get ambushed by a lion and to chimps who patrol the bridge. They say we must attend the convention before we go to trial. So now we are at this huge banquet and dresses to the nine. I feel sad because I lost my son to the rebellion and my old high school friends meet me at the convention. They say they have a surprise and the host announces the new royal Bahamas government. My son and his friends are in super sharp tuxedos and they look at me and wink. I sat at a table with police officers, some penguins, and my dog. The food was great and they all seem to have a good time. So I stayed. *In reality I live in Dallas, TX and have been emotionally disturbed by the police sniper incident. I went to bed hoping that life itself changed for the better for everyone, man and beast, I became a vegetarian. Soooo, this dream was all over the place but felt so real.