I started talking to the two in the front seat. They continued staring forwards. I was puzzled. Had I not said anything, yet thought I did? No, I thought, I had said something. I looked over at the two lovers next to me. They had not changed the activity from earlier. I asked the front seat if there was a mirror I could use. Nothing. I asked again. Nothing. OK something was wrong, he didn’t know what it was. He started just saying anything. He started to yell, at the top of his lungs. He hit the headrest in front of him as hard as he could. The captain turned around and faced him, then smacked him across the face. Everyone in the car stopped whatever it was they were doing. The captain put the car in park, got out, and dragged him out. He wanted his money back from the captain for the fast food. The captain took a one dollar bill out of his pocket, held it up to him, and ripped it in half.

Everyone started laughing at him, except for the captain, as the car peeled off. He was standing in the middle of the road. He did not know what to do. Paranoia came over him as the thought of being out of his security bubble, the backseat. He started walking home, freaking out inside the whole time. He unlocked his front door. His mother and aunt was at his house, sitting on the couch. He tried to act normal as possible around them. He started fidgeting, needing round number 3 or 4 from the supplies in his pocket.

I shot up in the bed. Was it real? No, it couldn’t have been real. Then why was my heart beating as fast as it was? I had a using dream I told myself. It was so real though, there is no way it could be just a dream. The sheets and my clothing were soaking wet from sweat. I got up, and went to the restroom. I splashed my face with water. It was a dream, nothing more. I did not have to live that type of lifestyle anymore. I had made a damn choice. I have made that damn choice because I do not want that type of lifestyle. Subconsciously…well that is obviously another story.