Another Dream

So in this dream, I was at my grandma’s house and a mysterious Hispanic man was walking around the house. He was super attractive, but what he was doing was mysterious.

He just kept circling the house and looking around the neighborhood. Right behind him were like five kids of different races, all carrying handguns! I suspected he had a handgun, but I didn’t see it at that time.

I never thought anything else about it because apparently in my dreams, I am an idiot. Not to mention they never appear again (at that house).

Later on down the week, I was watching the news and the friggin man’s picture popped up on the screen in a story. Apparently, this Toe Jam was at large and committed numerous crimes including: kidnapping, murder, robbery, and so on. So he wasn’t Toe Jam, he was a freaking nut job. After that story, there was a few reports around the area of houses being broken into and the culprits were going through open windows. These strings of robberies resulted in two murders. So the mofo got bold!

Idk how time shifted after that. I just know I ended up somewhere with Butter Pecan. The baby was suppose to be with my grandma or parents. I don’t . We are at a friend’s house. Like most millennials, this friend doesn’t believe in locking doors or closing windows, but that’s for another discussion. The friend and Butter Pecan were upstairs and I was downstairs. I went to the sink to get water in their nasty ass kitchen. I looked out the window and say the man and kids making round around the neighborhood!!! However, the rounds were at the house I was in. I met eyes with the robber. He went to draw his gun. As soon as I saw him move.... Baybay!!! I grabbed a knife and stabbed his head. A huge butcher knife cause I’m short. I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. The kids were just standing there looking scared! Not knowing how to even use their guns. But I didn’t stay long enough to figure it out. I closed the window and dropped down to crawl away. I heard a gun go off. Then another.

I don’t really what else happened. Next thing I know I heard footsteps coming downstairs and it was Butter Pecan and our son. The police came saying I had to make a statement and someone made a joke about me always being good with knives. The kids got treatment and went home to their parents. The End.