I parked my black civic in the street and had a vision of my car being stolen by a black man with a screwdriver. I remember feeling the anxiety as if it really had been stolen. I began to respond to that scenario, which did not get very far.
A young boy maybe twelve or thirteen was with me. He had blonde hair and reminds me of the boy from Super 8. He wore a backpack and was there to help me sell my black honda civic. He arrives excited that he has done a good job about finding buyers for my car. I hold up the keys and give them a jingle. He begins to describe who and where they can be found. It turns out that three of the four are no good because they live too far away and/or are a car dealership. Not wanting to rain on his parade, I explain that they will not pay nearly the amount that I am looking for because they would sell it for what I am asking. I am at a marketplace where vendors were selling their merch. We walked over to one of the vendors, a guy about my age and a woman, his mother maybe. They were talking about buying the car if I remember correctly. The guy seems unhappy about something. I address him and offer to help him with his situation (whatever it was) and his response upsets me so I move on. I remember passing through a vendor booth.
At some point, I walked up to an apartment complex I have the keys in my hand and remember paying with them a bit. I am waiting for the buyer. I remember walking into an apartment shortly after a father and his two or three young daughters enter, returning home from the pool with floats and towels and wearing flops and bathing suits. They are energetic and having a good time. I enter the living room where the kids are watching tv with a big gay black guy who is sitting in a sofa that faces the tv. I crack a joke at the program and we laugh. The black guy says something in response to my comment with a smile. I think that the father is taking a shower in another room. I enter the kitchen to wait. A blonde woman enters wearing a business skirt as if she has just come from work. She begins putting groceries away and I help her. It feels comfortable like we already knew each other. I take a look in the food pantry. Then, I notice the oven and begin to fiddle with the digital controls. I am trying to turn it off.
I am walking through six flags with jay. Cat calls me and asks me about the necklace that I am wearing because it is the one she gave me and she can see me. I look down and touch it. I reply that it is the necklace she gave me. Only when I touch it, it is another necklace. I describe to her that it is made of snake vertebrae. I feel happy that she is making contact with me. Now we are walking together through six flags only I am keeping a distance, unsure about how comfortable she is with me. She sits, I slide across the ground like it’s ice. Slide in front of an attractive latina girl next to cat and wonder if cat is jealous. Next, I walk over to gina and Kristina. Give Kristina a hug. Her boyfriend walks over and says hello to someone next to her, but not her, and then walks away. She seems confused and upset. We look over and he is sitting with the attractive latina in his lap. She is not happy about this and I feel her. Then, I hug gina. She tells me that one of the people in the group I am about to meet with is saying that she said something about me and she tells me not to believe it because it’s not true.
Now I am making rounds giving hugs to this group. I remember monk, who is wearing a huge turkey feather array made of poster board. My cousin who speaks with an effeminate voice, a guy his age (his “friend”), a young boy who is very shy. Has a Gollum like figure and a backpack, a thick latina girl with curly hair and a blue shirt. I hug everyone. Maybe 7 people. Then I step back and request to make an announcement. I say that I have been told that someone has been told something about me that is not true and that I would like to know what it is. The latina indicates with her body language (wide eyes and stepping forward) that she is the one and will share. I say that I they don’t have to tell me but if they don’t that their conscience is going to itch. The latina responds again. My speaking is eloquent and feels good. I look over at monk wearing the enormous turkey feather array, and have a good laugh. Joking, that he is going to have a tough time navigating the crowds in the park.