Last night I dreamt of "Him" again. Wearing an orange tee, those faded cheap jeans he always wore, cheap sneakers that he bought from a shop near where he lived, and that godawful cigarette that he always smoked. It was horrible...

I walked past him quietly, trying to slip pass him, then suddenly, he turns and looked at me in the eyes. Panicking, I grabbed my friend's arm and broke into a run, dragging her along with me. 


I never had the speed or stamina to outrun him.


He caught me and pulled me into his arms, and I just could not get free. My nose got a whiff of that nauseatingly pungent odor that came off him in waves; it was as he he hadn't showered in days. I continued my struggle to get free and once he released the hold he had of me, I moved to place as much distance between us as possible, while trying to fight off that stubborn urge to take off again and leave him behind. I didn't run though, as I had a strange feeling that I had to confront him. So, I stood my ground, taking in deep breathes as an attempt to calm my ragged nerves, and lifted my head, locking eye with him.


"I..."


Damn, I woke up then. It was really tiring when someone continuously assault one in one's dream!

Ugh.

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