What a Road Trip.

I was in a car parked on Ventura Blvd., near Topanga Canyon. I was washing and dressing myself in the car. Suddenly this small truck pulled to the side of my car. There were 3 dirty gardeners in the truck. They thought I was a prostitute and offered me $25 a piece to blow them. I was disgusted. Suddenly my mother appeared, I complained about the three guys and my mother scolded them.

I was then driving in a convertible with a brunette girl, who apparently was my friend. She was on her way to work. She was wearing a black waitress apron. I was telling her what happened with the three gardeners.

I was looking up the road as we were driving and I could see that there were a couple of guys fighting and people were spilling out of a bar. I warned the girl driving to "watch out", as the guys scuffling out into the street. She swerved around the two fighting guys. There was another guy up the road that had a bloody football in his hand. He threw it towards the car and blood dripped off the football onto my right leg/knee. I told the girl to drive faster so we could get away from the skirmish.

We drove up a dirt road to the top of a hill. At the of the hill was a trail sign, the kind you find in hiking areas. There were a lot of people in the area. I looked at the sign and saw that it had graffiti. I was upset, cut my hands so I could cover up the graffiti with my blood. I looked over to the other side of the sign and someone was painting the other side with black paint, covering up graffiti as well.

Suddenly all the people that were around this hiking area started killing each other. I went into survival mode and started making my way down the hill. I was not taking the main road, as it would make me too visible. Bodies were flying down the hill. The girl I had driving up with, jumped into a pile of debris and trash that was on the side of the hill. She wanted to stay and hide in the trash pile. I told her it was unsafe and that eventually the crazy people would find her. Gracie, my dog, was under the trash pile, snoring. I told the girl, they would find her because of the snoring dog. I left her and told her she was on her own.

I started making my way down the hill and started crossing the dirt road. My boyfriend Jeff appeared and I yelled at him to get out of the main road as we would be spotted. I told him to follow me, but it was too late the crazy people spotted us. We were about 20 feet from a set of double fences that lead to freedom. We started running and Jeff pushed me through the gate. I made it through. Jeff disappeared. I made it past the second fence, but a guy tried stopping me. I threw a punch and he blocked it. I tried hitting across the head with my elbow, but he ducked. He countered with a front kick. I rushed forward grabbing his leg and spun him to the ground and finished him off with a heel kick to the neck. Other guys started coming through the fence to kill me, but a big guy in white clothing said, “No, she beat him fairly, let her go”.

A red radio flyer wagon appeared and I sat in it, pushing myself along. I was carrying a big cake box. In the box was a big pink birthday cake. A little girl appeared and said, “Are you going home?” and I said, “Yes,”.