There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me...out of the car. I sprawled on wet gravel, my hand grasping for the Taser in my pocket. I was on my back staring at the three guys approaching me. They were unbuckling their jeans with desperate hungry haste.I brandished the Taser at them. Two of them already had their cocks out and were jerking at them urgently. They got closer."Take your. The men she dated were kind, conscientious, seemingly courteous, but she couldn’t stand that. She couldn’t stand them in fact, after shorter and shorter intervals becoming more and more frustrated by their reserve. And because of this reserve, she’d extended the diagnosis of sickness to them too. Everything felt wrong. For Michelle, in every interaction and in every touch, she sensed a deep restraint, a contrivance that even familiarity could not kill. These men did not feel natural to her,. She pulled in and whipped out her fathers platinum card and started to gas up the car. When the tank was full, she realized how thirsty she was. She headed inside the store and saw a cute young man alone behind the counter. She wondered just how much free stuff she could scam from him with how little effort. Her first target was a diet pepsi and a small bag of chips. Just for fun she grabbed a banana and a box of condoms. She took the items up to the register and watched as the boy, he seemed. Then just as they were about to step out of the shadows, I heard Angela trying to awaken me.Once Angela had calmed down, I related the dream to her. I also told her about the other dreams I had about the clearing that was in her picture. She was just as confused as I was, but suggested I discuss it with Jonathan who might be able to help me see what my subconscious was trying to tell me."I wonder if it has to do with the old man's daughter," Angela wondered aloud.I had also had that thought but.