Dream Journal
Steve and I were on a road trip. We stopped at a small general store in a tiny town on the side of the highway. We told the two elderly owners behind the counter about a creature that had been kiling neighbor animals. We urged them to stay safe, and they were grateful of our warning.
The four of us walked over to the store windows and watched two cop cars pull into the parking lot. Four officers stepped out of each car, eight total, and pulled a man into the middle of the highway.
The officers surrounded the kneeling man with their guns, a shotgun pointed at his head. I said aloud, “They’re going to execute him,” and turned away because I didn’t want to watch. I heard a gunshot and Steve’s face blanched.
We decided to leave town. We packed the trunk while Lacey looked for a place to poop. An officer came over and asked if we were staying for dinner - we had been invited because we had warned them about the creature killing all of the animals.
We declined the dinner invitation, saying that we need to move on. The officer turned into a fox and went over to sniff Lacey while she was trying to poop. Irritated, she kept moving over a little bit to get away from the fox’s nose, spreading tiny poop pellets everywhere.
I tried to start picking the poop up with a baggie, wishing the fox would leave her alone. We couldn’t leave until all of the poop was cleaned up.
Themes: Steve