My mom needs to get me to Turk, Kansas (not a real place), where we will start a new life, it's very sudden because of some timetraveling mapmakers.
We pile in the car with one bag each and go to 10th street(real place) where we turn onto Crohan St. (Not a real place), we drive down it past a school, looking for Dareet Ave. (Not a real place). My mom is worried and starts running red lights, she starts getting calls from the city system, telling her the police are in pursuit.
We find out we passed Dareet ave, and ditch the car so they don't catch us turning around.
We start walking, after my sister catches up to us.
We pass a tall tower with a balcony, my mom mentions she went up there when she was pregnant with me.
Flashback; My mom is leaning against a railing, I can feel what I felt in the womb. My sister is kicking her feet against the railing and my ears hurt, I kick in my moms stomach from pain at the noise of my sister. Once my mom asks her to stop, my ears stop hurting and I go back to listening to the classical music my mom has playing in her pocket for me. (This was all me while I was still in my mum's stomach)
We watch cars pass as we talk, and are about to turn to Dareet Ave, when we see a car catch a truck on it's hood and slide forward about half a block before they both flip and fires start.
I try to run towards it to check the passengers, bur my mom holds me back in case it blows up. Another mother and her child go up instead, and start pulling the truck driver from his vehicle.
I run over and pull the other man from his car, he looks young, and isn't breathing. Just and I want to start CPR, he coughs and wakes up. He cries out in pain, both his legs are twisted at odd angles.
I pull him away from the car and let my mom tug me away while he watches. We have to leave, before the police get here. We have to get to Turk.
(More chicken scratch translated at 7 am. I told my mom about this dream. She laughed and laughed at the part where I kicked her stomach because Mariah was making my baby ears hurt. Just a reminder, when I say I kicked my moms stomach, I mean from the insie, as a fetus. It was like an out of body experience thing. I knew I was seeing my past, and knew what my fetus was feeling and thinking. I didn't actually kick my moms pregnant belly. Hope you enjoyed it.)
