Forced Retaliation

I had a weird dream where I went to a convention

Groups of people stayed a a hotel, when something drew attention

The group I was with we were walking to the elevator

Then we came across not one but several perpetrators

While fleeing we were fighting for our lives

We ran dodged bullets and flying knives

I socked a guy while we were on the run

As he dropped his weapon I dove for it, then I had picked up this guy’s gun

At the assailants, barrel pointed, they scattered and went to duck

I nobody shooting at me, and I just made it into the elevator, just my luck

When I grabbed the gun I tossed it to my roommate since I knew he had more experience

The dude got scared and he punched me, we both thought the other was delirious

Even in the dream the impact was one hell of a clock to my head

The reason why he struck me, let me tell You what he said

“I don’t despise . I hate that You put Yourself in danger.

We don’t know those men. They’re completely dangerous strangers.”

Checking the area, we left the elevator for the locker room

There were saw several guys that in the past had made him fume

“One guy brandished a rifle and pointed it at our group.”

I wouldn’t know that tomorrow, we’d have an violent threatening coupe

Later that evening I left the room and went to the shop on the first floor

The clerk was engaging and delightful, I remember her smile when I walked through the door

I stayed and chat for a bit, since I was in no rush

I left with my purchase, I left to get a toothbrush

Getting back to my room, I had a surprise, one weird sign

My roommate was reading my story that his girlfriend had outlined

Some words were in blue and others were in pink

Yet, the fact that he had a smile on my face while he was reading made me start to think

“Is my writing good? Am I really getting better?

I should ask for constructive criticism, and maybe write myself a letter.”

The highlights were ordered, one as ‘actions’ and the other as ‘desires’

What kind of hook did I make to have my audience getting wired?

Looking back I think it was a story that had descriptive scenes that were lewd

One of my friends told me, “This is for getting women in the mood.

No longer of their sexuality, would they be timid and merely daunted.

It makes them be more honest, and ask for what they’ve always wanted.”

I remember when she first read my work, it allowed her mind to ease and play

We met several years ago, and we still talk till this very day

Enough of memories and relationships of friends that I have in real life

There’s still more of the dream I had, no get ready for some strife

We walked outside the hotel and he told me to keep my eyes peeled

My left leg was acting up, it was cramping, I needed some time for it to heal

While outside, I saw a young Black man that pulled a gun on us from before

I saw this man right outside, as soon as we had stepped out from the doors

He had a group of people organized to rob four ATMs

I took note of their locations, let me look at my messages and recall this scene again

“One atm was on the left side, outside of the building, there were two around the left corner,

There was also one in the main cross section,” Things are about to get violent, that’s my warner

I ran to the man who clocked me in the head, and said “We need to head inside to get armed.”

When I ran back inside I was knocked down by an English guard

Now this is a scene that I really did not enjoy

The guards had a plan up their sleeve, and they wanted to make me part of their ploy

One guard spoke up, “We can’t legally fire at the guys who have guns unless one of us is shot at first.”

Trust me, from what he said next the entire scene gets a whole lot worst

“Drop your gun on him, and when he fires back with it, kill him with the pistol.”

That hurt worse than a punch to the face, it struck my heart with a fistful

Of hatred and anger, let alone forced into vulnerable silence

This is what happens when good people can’t legally stop the bad, we all resort to violence

They were trying to force me to comply, by getting my finger to pull the trigger

They already had a barrel pressed to my head, then I was refilled with a new amount of vigor

The gun was laying on my chest, pointed out to an open field

The shot would’ve went off, my brains would’ve been on the sidewalk, my death would’ve yield

Now I get it, they also wanted to kill a group of gang members

Yet, the pain of nearly being killed will forever haunt me, I will always remember

I got away by running with all of my strength

I ran the whole distance, I had gone the length

When I caught up to the big dude I told him about what went wrong

He patted me on the back and told me that I had been strong

“That’s messed up G. That’s why I’ll protect you. You’re like the little brother I never had.”

Hearing that sort of made me happy inside, hearing that had made me glad

The dream doesn’t end there, but here’s one last thing

That big dude had taken me, under his wing

Forcing my leg through paralysis I started to sprint

We ran to a track field, where the sky was as grey as flint

There were three locker rooms, “Men, Women and GenderQueen.”

Trust me, it’s a dream, I had it and I don’t know what it means

The GenderQueen lockers were so big because they were several lockers combined

Within them, people would take naps, a safe place in which to unwind

People would sleep in them to sleep, but not as a place to hide

Some of the beds were really cozy, an oasis from the world outside

In a different part of the dream, I was talking with a woman about video games

I’ve played and watched them with my siblings, so naturally they were on my brain

My mind made up one game where the bosses turned into neighborhood homes

Stalking their victims, they would hide in broad daylight, one was never alone

Then what was weird was that I saw one of my best friends from university

That’s not the weird part, the weird part is the house where he stayed in outside of the city

I remembered this house from another dream I had some time ago

Here’s another time loop that I have to throw

In an earlier dream in this house a young lady lead me upstairs, guess what happened next

One word, three syllables, three letters, Starts with an “S” and ends with an “X”

However, things weren’t about to get exciting, sorry to bore

Because right as we were about to get down to business her mother walked in through the door

What was really weird was that the entire upstairs was a giant attic

The whole thing had been refurbished except for the stairs, those remained static

Well, since it’s an attic the stairs would pull up and slide down

I’ll tell ya’ falling two stories won’t leave You smiling, You’ll end up with a frown

As I went to go walk outside to the front yard

The girl in the later dream talked to me while playing a game level that was ultra hard

She played as a Nordic man who had to hunt down foxes with gray coats

He’d store their hides in a lime-locked box, a wooden nailed tote

Then an older gentleman outside was moving our cars with his bare hands

He picked up two sedans and pushed them across the land

The entire time he was being attacked by a black bear

One would think the fight to be one sided and not fair

The bear had the man’s head in his jaws, crushing his temple walls

Then the bear fell down and keeled over when the geezer kicked the bear in the balls

One dream’s nostalgia relived in another is uncanny, if not surreal

Next thing I knew I was at a zoo looking at a lazy river full of seals

I get it if You don’t believe that I typed this entire dream to a friend of mine, cause weird stuff doesn’t sound very credible

Well listen here, things kept getting amped up as warrior dinosaurs went and fought “The Incredibles”

The three had an allosaurus that could spread its wings and breathe fire

They brandished flame swords and donned armor, an herbivore had a young squire

A pachycephalosaurus stole a scooter for undercover operations

The park animals were causing a riot while the dinosaurs were turning things into devastation

The herbivores weren’t blessed with physical combat gifts like the carnivores

Yet, their ingenuity was superb, I say the interactions between a human and a parasaur

The parasaurolophus like the human was just a child

The little dino was trying to gain intel on the mainland, they came from an island in the wild

The parasaur was crying cause it wanted to be strong like the carnivores

The veteran Pachy taught him to be strong in other ways that he never thought before

Then the next thing I recall was the "Delightful Children from Down the Lane"

They moved like a hive mind but they didn’t share a collective brain

They were all stitched together and stuck at the hips

They shared intestinal systems too, now that part made me sick

I don’t know why dreams can be cool, happy, bizarre, or have gore

I clicked a TV remote at them, sending them back to their cartoon, “Kids Next Door.”

Children have a thought, something of an intrinsic fear

Those children that were stitched together never grew up over the course of forty years

I woke up in my bed, weird out and all alone

Then I went to text my friend everything immediately, I had gone and grabbed my phone

It sucks cause there was more to the dream, it’s missing too much detail

At least I recorded what I could, prominent memory and text did not fail