I had another crazy dream last night. I don't know why I have such crazy dreams, its not like I ate right before I went to bed. Anyway, without further adieu, I present you with BYE BYE BABY.
Perusing through a grocery store cheese section, my grandmother yells from a bench to keep an eye on Andy. Apparently my husband stepped away from the grocery cart. I look around the crowded store and find them hovering around lunch meat. I make my way over and have a brief discussion about what kind of cheese we should buy, I was craving havarti.
It was at that moment that panic broke out in the store. People were screaming and running everywhere. I recall a salesperson in the store wearing a purple jacket yelling at everyone to get out of the store. With my baby in tow, I took a brief look to try to find my grandmother, but she was no where in sight, so my husband and I headed out the staircase and down three flights. When we got to the ground level, we peaked outside and and noticed that people were being shot as they came out of other exits. Scared the crap out of me. Where we in a death trap? We decided to follow some other people and go down another flight of stairs and wait there for a while. The police eventually came and we were given the chance to get out of the building and across the parking lot into another building. While we were walking, I overhears someone saying there were five gunmen in the store, but I don't know if anyone died. I also never saw my grandmother again.
We get into this other building and as we head up the staircase, a security officer comes out and starts giving my husband a hard time. I mean he's trying to arrest him for some reason. Being a ride or die chick, I attack the security officer one handed and end up killing him. We make it up another flight and encounter another security officer and another fight ensues. When the officer is subdued, my husband is nowhere to be found. He left us! Yes I was being gangster with my child in my arm. A few more fights happen with some girls and I just remember being pissed off because my husband ditched me after I was helping him. Maybe I was doing too much and his pride couldn't handle it LOL.
Anyway, perhaps I need to call my grandmother to make sure she's alright.
Perusing through a grocery store cheese section, my grandmother yells from a bench to keep an eye on Andy. Apparently my husband stepped away from the grocery cart. I look around the crowded store and find them hovering around lunch meat. I make my way over and have a brief discussion about what kind of cheese we should buy, I was craving havarti.
It was at that moment that panic broke out in the store. People were screaming and running everywhere. I recall a salesperson in the store wearing a purple jacket yelling at everyone to get out of the store. With my baby in tow, I took a brief look to try to find my grandmother, but she was no where in sight, so my husband and I headed out the staircase and down three flights. When we got to the ground level, we peaked outside and and noticed that people were being shot as they came out of other exits. Scared the crap out of me. Where we in a death trap? We decided to follow some other people and go down another flight of stairs and wait there for a while. The police eventually came and we were given the chance to get out of the building and across the parking lot into another building. While we were walking, I overhears someone saying there were five gunmen in the store, but I don't know if anyone died. I also never saw my grandmother again.
We get into this other building and as we head up the staircase, a security officer comes out and starts giving my husband a hard time. I mean he's trying to arrest him for some reason. Being a ride or die chick, I attack the security officer one handed and end up killing him. We make it up another flight and encounter another security officer and another fight ensues. When the officer is subdued, my husband is nowhere to be found. He left us! Yes I was being gangster with my child in my arm. A few more fights happen with some girls and I just remember being pissed off because my husband ditched me after I was helping him. Maybe I was doing too much and his pride couldn't handle it LOL.
Anyway, perhaps I need to call my grandmother to make sure she's alright.
