July 25, 2025, Evo Numy
Photo by Patty Zavala on Unsplash
I dreamt.
I was at my house. There were three other unfamiliar people living with me, apparently they were my roommates. There were two middle-aged men and one middle-aged woman. The woman was one of the mens’ girlfriend.
During the night, one of the men stood outside the house and the other stood across the street. I stood with the man outside the house, I was wearing a black fur coat. A truck pulled up across the street and the man out there conversed with the person in the truck. Another truck pulled up in my driveway. The man by the house went out to meet the person in that truck. The trucks then pulled away and both men came back to me with big grins on their faces.
“We got the drugs!” They said and held up multiple bags with pills and prescription bottles filled with powder.
I was horrified because I could see the neighbors watching. I went back inside. The woman was in the kitchen cutting vegetables. I said ‘excuse me’ and tried to get past her. She gave me a dirty look and refused to move. I pushed past her anyway and retreated into my room.
I started packing my things and thought: I need to get out of here, I am a stranger in my own home. I don’t belong here anymore. At least I have a good-paying job so I don’t have to worry about money. I can find an apartment somewhere else and live alone.
I awoke.