Nightmare from hell…

18NOV2924; 0924, MON– Balto., MD, USA

Why does it seem that humanity is damned to eventual self-destruction; if not destruction by the creation(s) of our very own making? “Asking for a friend;” literally.

Not only was one of my main romantic interests therein said hellish nightmare; though, our child together was an unseen focal point as well. Bear in mind that said interest and our Progeny reside in the Empire State for the time being.

Regrettably, the details of the nightmare are starting to fade into obscurity and/or oblivion. What I recall is immediately to follow. Without further ado; and here’s to you, the reader:

Where to even begin? First and foremost: I can’t for the life of me recall how the dream ended.

Secondly, there is a very select few “main characters.” Simply myself; my infant’s moms (sic); and the antagonist/villain, pictured above.

The fact of the matter is that me and mine were the primary targets of an evil genius hellbent on destroying mankind; beginning of course with my Loved ones, regrettably. I have no clue who said genius was; nor, what I did to deserve his undying ire.

I know that the nightmare began with a surprise attack on myself and ostensibly my classmates for some sort of educational institution that I was seemingly enrolled in. After eliminating some of my friends at the facility, the Artificial Intelligence (AI) announced over a hacked intercom system that there was an unquestionable bounty on yours truly.

With that being the case, I found myself playing 007 (James Bond) in the flesh. Miraculously, I managed to make it to an exfiltration (exfil) point where Homegirl was waiting with the engine running; as well as grim news about our infant, much to my remorse.

I break from the nightmare story now to say Heaven and GOD forbid; completely as well as utterly. “Back to the regularly scheduled program”, if you will:

No sooner than my Lovely Lady friend and I begin to make our exit, do we come to the indissoluble realization that other drivers on the road are targeting us for the previously mentioned bounty. “Bad; bad; not good.”

The most dangerously remorseful aspect of the “bumper cars” game that we were playing on some nearby thruways with randoms: They were extremely calculated in their attacks and attempts at ending our already devastated lives.

Their endgame was seemingly to damage our vehicle enough to disable and/or destroy it; without doing that same manner of harm/mayhem to their own vehicles. “What the devil?”

It was not long after that wholly accurate conclusion that we were marked people, whereas I arose from my rest with a jolt; unable and unwilling to lie back down for neither Love nor money. Simply put: I am confident that I was in some firmament of hell from the time of the first explosion at the education center; to the discouragingly absent memory of the culmination of said hellish nightmare.

Thankfully, my peoples (sic) are mostly okay right now; despite existing in arguably the worst economy of all time. That’s a-whole-nother story altogether; conversely.

The running joke is that weekly grocery prices look like Midwestern zip codes. That we’re almost all always, “making life decisions at the gas station”; to reference the legendary comedian Kat Williams.

In closing, I’m looking forward to the potential honest feedback from this post; especially if anyone else has ever had an even remotely similar nightmare. Most especially if someone has had that same nightmare recently.

Please and thank you in advance. Lastly, there’s an immediate full stop on my calling my phone’s AI worthless; along with potentially an unprecedented ramp up in my alleged prepping hobby.

“Dream on.”

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