Shopping with Snobs

I remember driving with people, perhaps family, for a long time. Somehow, we ended up in a very small town. I ended up alone, but wandered the town. I found a store (possibly a thrift store) that interested me, so I went in to browse and shop. I found a bracelet that had clear, blue, glass beads, and a white moon or crescent shaped stone or shell of some sort. It had a few white, glass beads, too. The stone was really rough, like sand paper (only even more abrasive). I was working it onto my wrist (it was tight, but could fit, and the roughness of the stone made it difficult). I remember the scratchiness, the abrasiveness so well. It hurt, but I was in love with the bracelet. I wanted to buy it. As I was working it on, one of the ladies behind the counter rudely told me, "We have a you break it you buy it policy." She was rude enough for me to take it off and put it back. I didn't put it back exactly how it went, and another lady working there got mad. I complimented another necklace, but I had a lisp. She acted like I was stupid and she couldn't understand me. The other ladies behind the counter were laughing and being catty, too... So I angrily knocked the display over and was about to storm out. They wanted me to clean the mess I made, but I refused. They locked me in with them, so I said, "Y'all will have to open that door sometime. I'm not picking that mess up." So I then picked up their phone and called someone and started talking really badly about them and their store.

I woke up after that.

The Way that I Dream

I'm told that the way I dream is incredibly different. For one, every dream I have (that I recall), is lucid. My dreams are in incredibly vivid color, and I see out of multiple perspectives. 

What this means is, I see through the eyes of my dream self, through the eyes of each person in the dream (mainly the people closest to me), and I watch the dream from my conscious mind, as if I'm watching a movie. I've also found that I can control certain dreams, or manipulate certain things within the dream.

Nat Turner

I saw myself asleep. Suddenly, a spirit appeared, and woke me up. He didn't speak, he just stared at me. He was slim, but muscled with smooth black skin smeared with dirt. He had a light beard. His clothes were clean, though. And white as snow. He had a small axe in his right hand. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, but I was still scared. I stared back. I could tell he wanted to tell me something. Somehow, he lulled me into some sort of trance, and then took me through history to see many different slave rebellions. I saw him and kill men, women, and children with that axe. He crept into one home late at night. I couldn't look away. It was horrific... But I understood. After each death, he'd just stare at me. Blood splattered all over him, yet his clothes remained clean.