A man, a black man, was sitting on trial in a parking garage filled with a hoarders worth of stuff. He sat, watching as a judge; another black man, read his charges. We all watched...every color, every race, every religion. He sat in a chair in the middle of the hoard/"courtroom ". Two reporters were filming, one to my right, the other in front of me. They had cameras attached to their heads like odd little circles. He saw them and you could see his fury. There were no cuffs or officers; the man leapt towards the reporter in front of me. As he attacked him, I ran to my left where his family as sitting. I hugged his mother who told me to stay beside her. I felt safe except she kept saying "Did I raise that?" "Did I raise that?" The suspect walked over to us and his mother put me under her arms. His family (mother, brothers, and father) spoke to him begging him to sit down yet he resisted. He had a gun in his hand and the only reason he didn't shoot me, the only one in that moment not a part of his family, was because his mother pushed him forward. He proceeded to shoot and beat people throughout the parking garage. At one point I was in the passenger floorboard of a car with two others. The lady in the backseat opened the trunk seat so she could hide. I hid under a blanket while the gentleman in the drivers seat simply say there... waiting.
The man shot him and I knew I would die, again. Just as I knew while I was with his family; only I didn't. He moved on and shot many others. I moved from the car to a large pile of clothing/hoard in the middle of the parking garage. I had a cloak of clothing over me and friends around me. The man climbed the heap and sat with my friends as they talked to him. They put different types of candy on my "lap". As he ate, they talked to him carefully about what he was doing. Again, saving my life because he never noticed me. As they walked away, everyone in the parking garage paused to make sure he left. As he walked away, we all began to run towards the street. Oddly, I called 911 and Ms. Olive from Satchelford answered. I told her the suspect had run towards the other end of the city and we were okay. She told me my mom, who happens to be in heaven, was there. I asked to speak to her - mom told me my sister had been shot, in ICU not doing well, but would be okay. She was there for both of us each time we were in danger. She told us we would both be okay. She protected us.
I ran to an intersection of the interstate near the parking garage and came upon a small seller. The man and his wife were selling miniature donkeys which were in cages and apparently in high demand. The man wanted to put up a metal fence due to the violence but the wife disagreed saying they had the best donkeys and would lose the "sight business" if the fence went up. As I was walking out of their camp, I noticed baby chicks, ducks, and rabbits. I suggested they include them in their protected farm to attract more customers who want small animals. They agreed and I accepted a job cleaning their sales place. I began in their bedroom where I found an art photo of a rock and roll/ Dr. Who piece that Chris and I also had. I admired how cool it was then set up their room with their "cool things" and made their animal business a success.
The absolute horror of that day never left me. I woke me up at 4am and I could not go back to sleep. I was absolutely terrified the guy would come back if I closed my eyes. Even if it was just a dream.,.
