Dream Journal 1/9/19 | Gas Station Confrontation

I was in some sort of dive bar with a bunch of old friends from high school, just drinking and having a good time. The bar was in the back of this huge gas station/convenience store, and I would occasionally wander into the store to grab snacks, or get drinks, or just walk around. On one of these ventures into the store, I was waiting in line, and a young woman, maybe 18 or 19 years old, walked in, and started pushing her way through the line. A man who had also been waiting in line tried to stop her, and she started screaming and causing a scene, and took out her phone to record everything that was happening, saying she was going to sue all of us if she was late.

My friends all came out of the bar in the back, and I joined them, and we watched as the young woman began acting crazy, throwing punches at random strangers, and trashing the store, all while recording herself doing it. Finally, one of my friends and I grabbed her, and tossed her out of the store, while several patrons called the police. The man behind the register had somehow gotten hurt, and was lying on the floor bleeding, while two women in scrubs tended to him.

The young woman had left, and things died down, so my friends and I went back into the bar area. Someone mentioned wanting to ride on the roller coaster, so we walked out the back door, into a massive, lush back yard, where there was a huge, looming roller coaster, just sitting in the middle of the lawn. I didn’t want to ride, so I stood off to the side while they all rode on the roller coaster. At some point, an older woman appeared next to me, and started yelling at me incoherently. I tried to calm her down and ask her what her problem was, and that’s when I started understanding that she was the mother of the young woman who had been trashing the place earlier.

My friends all got off the coaster and came to see what she was upset about, and I just stood there while she berated me, accusing me of harassing and assaulting her daughter, and saying that I was stalking her online. One of my friends stepped between us, and got right into the woman’s face, and started setting her straight, telling her that it was her little princess who was assaulting the people in the store, and trashing the place, and that she was responsible for the cashier being in the hospital. The woman didn’t believe her, and that’s when I took out my phone to show her the video that her own daughter had taken, and uploaded to YouTube.

The woman immediately changed her tune, and stormed off, but returned almost immediately with her daughter, who she was dragging by the arm. She started demanding that the daughter apologize, and took her phone from her, and smashed it on the ground. The girl apologized, sobbing her eyes out, and the mom violently dragged her away again, screaming and cussing up a storm at her.

Half of our group had suddenly disappeared, and there were only five or six of us left standing in the back yard. The rest of us us started going back inside, when one of my guy friends stopped us, and said there was something he had to do. He got down on one knee, and started proposing to another one of my friends, and a huge crowd gathered around us out of nowhere. She said yes, and everyone started clapping and cheering, including the woman and her daughter who had been there earlier.

My guy friend said he wanted to take his new fiance to Ireland, and was telling us that we were all invited to the wedding, but that it was also probably going to be a destination wedding, and I got sad, because I knew I couldn’t go…

And then, I woke up.


Author: Super Jan

I'm just an introvert, trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a casual gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying my best.

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