Fuck all this noise man, I'm finished, peace out.

This jump negro jump shit, ain't what I'm about.

Chaulk another one up, this attempt has run flat

I am helpful, not help, so don't treat me like that

I cannot do more, and it's not about price

I just don't want to help you, if you can't play nice

I won't bend my knee, and I won't go along

I keep it well hidden, but my ego's too strong

Feel so far removed from the place it began

There is no flippin way this is part of the plan

I'm owed some more money, but I don't even care

It's sure not enough to force a return there

Fuck you fucking fucker, I still want to scream

But that kind of outburst is only a dream.

I'm glad there's a place to poem out this rant/rave

So next time we cross paths, I can just smile and wave.

If it it weren't for you hero's, just know I'd be lost.

Have to stick to the high road, no matter the cost.

So it's back to the basics, tomorrow, split wood

I'll get paid with a thank you, and life will be good.

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Got out of bed last night and wrote that hoping if I let it out I could fall asleep. Had a job go sideways on me unexpectedly, and it's been eating me alive.

I did fall asleep. And had the MOST vivid dream I have ever had. It felt like full on demonic attack. I'm still trying to come down from the adrenaline I awoke with. I sure would like some coffee first, but let me see if I can gist it later this morning. I am pretty fucked up about it, even having the Mrs patting my head I still feeeeeeelz like it was something that really happened. I vivid dream alot, this was a whole different level. In shock, like, what the fuck was THAT all about????

Back in a bit, if you are a praying person and want to send an extra angel my way, I'd be much abliged. Weirded out isn't even close.

Ok, water's boiling but here goes.

Let me preface a little. For the first time in a long time I had started doing work for actual money. It just kinda happened. I was doing this helping folks cheap/free thing and out of nowhere hit the jackpot. A wealthy actual customer who wanted me all the time, and paid generously. At first I had full freedom, set my own hours choose my own days ect. Next thing I know it's ten days without a day off, and each time I say I'm taking tomorrow I get fired, only to get more $$ if I come back after a week.the pattern repeated several cycles

Haven't been away on anything resembling a vacation(or date night even) in over a decade, have lived on a budget that would make homeless wonder how I manage. Always one flat tire away from disaster, I hope you don't understand. Cant lie, it's been nice steady working. I don't know if I quit or got fired, flip a coin who cares. Enough is enough. But I had started getting used to it. We talked about taking a vacation had been truck shopping ect. I only say this because because it all factors into the dreamscape. I also have watched xfiles and such, so maybe some of what went on has been lifted from tv. It sure sounds like a movie plot. If in reading what comes next you recognize Hollywood, let me know, I sure want to think this is all sourced externally. I'll do my best to be brief.

Don't remember it starting, but the Mrs and I were driving off twards some grand vacation. Pulled into a cute little town for gas and the truck wouldn't start back up. Luckily there was a dealership/garage right across the street.

Walking over I am shocked. How can these trucks be this cheap? $2500 for a 2015 extend cab! What great timing!

Get inside dealership, I want that one…..the red chevy

Salesman comes back saying ooooh im sorry that price is only when you have a running trade. We talk about fixing my busted truck back to running first, no dice.

End up deciding to give up my classic, beloved antique suburban because it runs, if just barely. Here's where things turn. It's not like I have the rig, or title on hand. They explained because "computers" that's no problem, and wisk away my wife to do some paperwork.

I never see her the remainder of the dream. The dream felt like it was 18 hours long.

So a long while passes, and someone comes in with paperwork to sign. Where's my wife? Oh, she must have stopped to use the ladies room, she was right behind me"

Yeah no. Next thing you know my suburban is parked right outside the big window. Wow that was fast, we're like three states away from home was the impression I had.

Time passes still no wifey. "Maybe she went out to see the town"

Without telling me? Why I just accepted that as a reasonable answer I cannot say. Before I htime to think about it I was wisked away to the service bays to show their mecanic my trade in.

It instantly dawns on me their mechanic is not bright. Cannot tell 2wd from 4wd, in fact he didn't even seem to know what the terms meant.Yeah dude 2wd means don't worry about if I've properly serviced my transfer case. Before I could ponder that, I notice piles of boxes all filled with my stuff. Tools, clothes, you name it. Hey man wtf is this? Why is all my stuff here.

"Oh we heard you were moving to town so we thought while we were picking up your old truck we'd just grab verything.". Ok, weird. Where the hell is my wife? "I think she"s out looking for an apartment.

Again, before I could even begin to express just how odd all this is and start asking questions, it changes up and out walks a kid I used to work with damn near 20 years ago, who hasn't aged a day.

We get talking, and it distracts me from all the where's my Mrs type thinking. He cannot remember the name of our old boss, I cannot believe anyone who knew that man would ever forget his name. He is a punchline to jokes around my house still. Dde legit sounded like a Jewish Popeye the sailer oi g g gggg, but I digress.

So this kid convinces me to take a walk with him to see the town, says maybe I'll bump into my wife, and proceeded to overly explain the towns history as we walk.

He tells me I must see the towns church, it's one of the oldest in the country. When I get inside, everything is wrong.

Door enters from the side, dispute the building looking quite tall, the ceiling is incredibly low. Had the ambient vibe of tomb. Strange carvings in stone walls, and up front where that alter should be was deep hole with some scetchy million year old looking steps.

Dude tells me the basement is "under construction" I accept that like it's a perfectly reasonable explanation. He asks me if I want to take a look, I decline. He tells me to just look over the edge, and I oblige with hesitency, only to see once I get close that he has a skill saw out and is actively cutting floorboards I'm on.

Again, this only mildly seems strange, and someone new enters from the other side of this abominable "church" and asks if I'd like to see the rest of the town, "Billy" the mechanic kid apparently has alot of work to do today on the floor and we should leave him to it.

"Maybe we can find your wife, I hear she's putting in job applications all over town. I'm so happy you two will be joining us"

……

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So we walk back outside, but now the town looks totally different. It's set on a steep hillside. Where as before it seemed flat.

The valley below looks like Mordor, if Mordor had been consumed by water instead of fire. The man explained that the tide no longer comes in, and the river has stopped flowing out. But that's all ok, because they are going to build an amusement park and a racecar track( traditionally my two favorite distractions in life)

In fact he says, both are hiring permanent staff, and I should apply now to get my choice of jobs. Guy says he's seen my "file" and with my experience Ihe's sure I'd make a great race track manager.

Blah blah blah, it goes on and on, everywhere we walk someone has just talked to my wife, she seems "lovely" and all are just so excited we are moving to town.

When the sun starts to set, I begin to lose patience. Where the hell is my wife?

"Maybe she's checking out our vibrant social sceen" "maybe the vacation she really needs is from you" "if you'd like I can introduce you to someone to keep you warm tonight incase your wife does not come back" "no one in town will think any less of you"

"Oh and by the way, curfiew is stricktly enforced, lights out at 9."

At this point, I am kinda getting fed up. I don't want to move to this town, I never did. I just want to find my wife, get in our new truck and get back on the road.

"Well it's too late for that now, we need to get you inside before it's too late" and as he say that he town goes dark. I mean full dark.

Cannot see my hand in front of my face dark

In a calming, reassuring way, the guy tells me this is perfectly normal, and offers to guide me inside to safe shelter.

I can't in hindsight imagine why I have taken all this in stride, as I type this I am well aware my awakened self wouldn't tolerate any of this bull plop.

For reasons I cannot full explain, hen we entered into the uilding I felt no sense of relief for having made it to shelter. I was being shufled along led by the shoulders. Not grabbed or pushed, more like hearded.

In an instant I realised why I felt so uncomfortable. I was back inside that "church" I recognized the creak in the floor and the smell of ancientness.

This was when I started resisting. I shouted out, this isn't a hotel! Why did you bring me here?

In that moment the lights turned on. Much brighter even than when I had been there hours(of dream time) before.

There were several towns people in the room. All looked like extras from a horror movie. Instinctively I tried retreating away from the group, backing myself into a corner.

"We'd like you to go down into the basement" "maybe your wife is down in the basement"

Fuck you! And that's when they pushed in close. I found myself perched in the corner Alf over a slide chute like roofers ould use to fee a dumpster.

I began to kick at the lead gargoyle. Was kicking him in the face as hard as I could, and in response he started caressing my other leg like I was Joe Biden in a swimming pool. Smiling at me seductively, bareing fangs. There is no way to explain the terror I felt. By that point they were thirty or so deep in the small creepy room.

It was in that moment I woke up, wifey sound asleep by my side. Thank Christ. Just a dream.

I don't dream like this. EVER. It definitely sounds like a smash up of some familiar plots. I cannot believe how much of that I just went along with.

Thoughts?

Holy smokes. I hadn't read back to catch up yet, and still haven't totally caught up, but y'all have been one heck of a good conversation. Been dissecting the dream, but will reserve posting my guesses to not sway others interpretations. I need to catch up, seems this whole not keen on slavery thing I've been struggling with was topical to more than just me.

And people wonder why I just trust the universe.