…that scares the crap out of you!!
Nope, no blood and gore and dead people floating in bathtubs.
Just a reminder of a time in my life where I was both happy and petrified.
All due to one person.
And I dreamt about him last night.
My boss in Iraq.
A real piece of work.
Talked to me about things that bosses should not discuss with their employees. And of course, I did not like him on sight.
Little man, both short and small of stature – one of those I could break over my knee should the mood take me.
A 50+ hippie, with a ponytail – my dude called it a handle. I could myself imagine taking hold of said handle and crunching his face into my knee…
But I digress.
I got a job at a Harley shop in America somewhere. Was as happy as a pig in shit – I mean firstly, a job, and secondly, a job at a Harley shop!! How much better could life be!!
Got hold of my one friend that stays in St Louis, and we went for a drive in her car. Still played with our iPhones, since she also has one 😉 At least some good feelings! Then again, my phone inspires nothing but the utmost love, so I suppose it’s a given 😉
On getting back from our drive, I see this person walking into the shop. Dressed in his desert gear, converse boots and all…
And he was just as morose and irritating as he was when I first met him in 2008.
Can’t really remember much after that – just the feeling I got when I saw him again.
And it scared me greatly, for whatever reason.
He has no power over me anymore, no way of hurting me again.
Why am I dreaming about him then?
Oh well, it was just a dream.
And I suppose my continued turmoil does not exactly induce calm dreams…
Maybe I’ll have a dreamless sleep tonight – anything is possible!!