Dream Journal 1/29/19 | DG Beatdown

I was shopping in a Dollar General with one of my cousins and her father, who I had not seen since I was 10 or 11 years old. Even though she is a year older than me, she appeared much younger, and her father, who is my mother’s age, looked around my age. We were laughing and shopping around the store, which looked nothing like a Dollar General, aside from the yellow and black “DOLLAR GENERAL” signs, when a group of teenage girls came up to us, and started shouting incoherently at us. One of the girls started pushing my cousin, while the others stood around, cheering and hollering.

An employee came over and started recording with his phone, telling us that he wasn’t allowed to intervene, but had to record it for the police, because the store’s cameras didn’t actually work. While the teenage girl was attacking my cousin, I kept telling her dad to step in and do something, but he didn’t. After a minute or two of the girls fighting, more teenage girls started coming after my cousin, and some even started coming toward me. I grabbed the girl who had attacked my cousin, and shoved her hard back into her crowd of friends. Immediately, they all dispersed, and my cousin, her dad, and I returned to our shopping as though nothing had happened.

When we were done, we went to pay for our stuff, and the same employee from before told us that he had called the police, and that they would be there soon. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, because the others had already run away, but he told me he had actually called the police on me, because of what I did to the girl who attacked my cousin. Confused, I asked him what he was talking about, and he pointed behind me. I turned around, and saw a girl lying on the floor, with two EMTs tending to her. Her face was swollen and bloodied, and her body looked broken and bent in all different ways.

I told the employee that I hadn’t done that to her, and that I only pushed her off my cousin, and that she had run away before anything else happened. He handed me his phone, and told me he got it all on video. I watched the video, which showed me beating the crap out of this girl. I just repeatedly punched her in the face, while simultaneously slamming her around off of various walls, shelves, and displays. I was horrified, and confused, and my cousin and her father had no idea what to think either. I tried to tell the employee that the video was fake, and that he had seen what really happened, but he started backing away from me, obviously terrified of me.

I went over to the EMTs to ask them about the girl, and they both acted scared of me as well. The female EMT told me she hoped I went to jail for the rest of my life for what I did to the girl, and the guy told me that she might die because of the bleeding in her brain caused by the beating. I kept telling them over and over that it wasn’t me, and even showed them my knuckles and hands, which didn’t have a single mark or speck of blood on them. They ignored me, and kept tending to the teenage girl, who was looking worse by the second.

Starting to panic, I asked my cousin and her dad what I should do, and they both told me that I had to run, because if the police found me after watching the video, I would definitely go to jail. I started crying, and saying that none of this made any sense, and begged them to tell the truth about what happened, even though the video showed otherwise. Suddenly, there were red and blue lights flashing, and I started to cry, while my cousin and her dad started yelling at me to run, but I couldn’t move. Two police officers came in and started talking to the store employee, who showed them the phone and pointed over to me. I still couldn’t move.

The two officers came over, looking angry, and told me to get down on the ground. My cousin started trying to explain, and they yelled at her to back up, but she jumped on the back of one of the officers and started hitting him, and yelling at me to run. I was finally able to move, and went out the back door, into a dark, dirty alley, where I could see other squad cars parked along the street. I climbed into a large dumpster to hide, just as the two officers came running out the back door, and right past me. I watched them meet up with the other officers on the street, and talk to them…

And then, I woke up.

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Author: Super Jan

I am an exceedingly average, 20-something female, trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying to do my best.

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