Contains cursing and stuff

I hate life oh god

You guys probably don't know, but I'm painting my room this summer (or this quarantine :p) and I have to sleep in the guest bedroom so the paint can do it's thing.

The dream started with me waking up in the guest bedroom, and there were two dudes just sitting on the floor playing some weird games. One had long hair and the other had short hair. They both had coal black eyes.

My dad opened the door to the room and asked me if I could bring down the board games (we stash them in the guest bedroom cause why not) and I bent over to pick them up. I was lifted up by the short hair dude. He held me by my neck and was choking me.

Now, I have a pretty high pain tolerance and my brother and I play fight all the time and he chokes me and I scratch him and stuff. The dude looked angry that I want showing any signs of being in immense pain, and dropped me.

I headed downstairs where my friend (let's call her Libby) and my mom and her friend were and sat down on the couch between my mom and her friend. I thought that the dude wouldn't, y'know, attack me in front of my mom and stuff, but surprise surprise, he did.

We managed to fight him off (with some difficulty, I couldn't reach my pepper spray) and I decided I wanted to get out and leave to get some candy, and Libby came with me. Throughout the entire walk, I could feel his gaze.

We ran back to the house, but there wasn't anyone there. Just a couple of construction workers, fixing our oven. I asked some of them to take me and Libby to the candy store, and they nodded.

They dropped us off in front of the store, but the guy was there too, watching me like how a hungry person watches their food coming to them. I sprinted inside with my friend, but he still followed.

He followed us everywhere, and I went to go tell security about him. All they said was "Alright, Miss." I ran all the way back outside, and say this tough looking (African American?? Is that racist? Sorry if it is) guy.

I asked him to help me because the dude had been practically stalking me for the entire day, and he told the stalker dude (rather scarily, mind you) to fuck off.

I wanted to give the guy a hug as thanks, but he said he wasn't a buggy person. So I just said thank you, and Libby and I were able to walk back to my house, without concern of anyone stalking us.

But at the end, before I woke up, I wondered where the short haired dude's friend was.

I'm scared— have memes pls

—Snickers knows what's up—

Star~chan