When I was around of the age of seven, I always had this reoccurring dream at least three times a month. I would find myself standing in a parking lot in front of my old elementary school watching other children dash past me and hop into vehicles. They were running away from something I would see at a distance. It was a lengthy and skinny human figure that waved its arms wildly in the air. I had an instinct it wanted to kill us.
As the sun was setting, leaving a horrid color of blood red in the sky, I would spot my vehicle and my mom inside of it. She sat in the driver’s seat looking forward and clutching the wheel. Her eyes were fixed on the monster as it snatched children. I would make a beeline to her car, but She always drove off before I started to move. I was left alone in the parking lot and the terrifying figure would run towards me.
The sheer horror of the nightmare instilled a fear of abandonment within me. The dream always ended in my mother leaving me behind with the monster. Years had gone by. The dreams stopped and changed with my age, but when they say, “dreams come true”, believe it. The day of my graduation, I felt as if it was happening in reality except the monster wasn’t there this time.
My mother decided to move to Florida. She wasn’t feeling to well living in Chicago and wanted a change. I knew she wanted to move since I was little.
