The House They Said Was Theirs

Waking Fraqment recorded: 10/5/2026

I bought a place or I was renting a place.

It was a home in a really bad neighborhood, and there were a lot of shady people, but it was a nice home.

And then these people just came into my home. All these women and guys.

First, it started with just one.

My child was there.

They just kept fucking coming. So many people.

And then they said that I’m invading their house.

I ran into the bathroom.

The door, more like a big windowed door, was to the far right. The bathroom was huge, with a wall to my left.

They made me keep the door open, so I acted like I was using the restroom, telling them I was gonna take a shit.

I still had my phone on me and the earpiece, so I called 911.

911 said, “We’re closed.”

I said, “What do you mean you’re closed?”

And then he cleared his throat like he couldn’t say that and said, “How can I help you then?”

And I said, “People are in my home. I need help now.”

I didn’t know the address. Like, I just moved in or bought it. I did not know the address by heart.

I kept telling them, “I live there. I own this house. Do you want to see my lease?”

And they said, “We don’t care about what your fucking lease says. We want you out of this house.”

911 was not helping me either.

They were helping someone else while on the call with me.

So I got frustrated and hung up with them. No one was gonna come help.

I said, “My name is on the lease. I live here,” and they did not care.

And they were just going through my shit, and I was begging them.

They were higher than me, like on an elevated piece of something in the house. I was looking up at them most of the time, saying, “Just give me my purse.”

It looked just like the red purse I have now.

“Then we’ll leave.”

And they said, “No. It’s too late.”

They were looking at me and my son nefariously, like they were about to do something really fucked up.

One ugly bitch was waving her hands theatrically, like, “This our house, always been.”

And that’s when the chase started.

I took one of them out and killed more.

They were not happy.

And then I ran through this huge city mall. Like every fucking area was a fucking fight.

I ran through the back streets.

These security guards said they’d help, but where they were gonna put us looked like a damn death trap.

It was a steel wall behind a fake toolbox.

And I was like, “No.”

I couldn’t trust them.

So we ran into a convenience store, hiding behind people.

They were still chasing me.

It was the ugliest woman and a fucking gang of goons that came into my home. Other people looked normal-ish.

And then in this store, it wound up being like an Asian, one of those shady massage parlors, but not massage parlors, gappy ending and drugs.

And they were upset that I was in there, and so we were fighting them.

I got a sword, and I cut off six of their heads.

We were fighting so much, and then I found an area that was safe, an area no one knew where we were in.

My kid was asleep still, finally in a bed-like thing to rest.

I closed the door.

There was a small crack underneath.

I could see that nobody else was coming.

And then I sat at the table, and there was this little cartoon book or poster.

It said, “Fuzzy caterpillars. We like fuzzies, and we like caterpillars.”

And for the first time in this dream, I smiled.

And then I went back to the door, looked under the crack to make sure no one was coming, and couldn’t see my feet.

I fucking pulled the knob hard enough in case someone did try to come, it would appear locked.

And then I went out the back with my kid.

After a while, it was safe.

This whole fucking dream was adrenaline.

It was not okay.

It was a fucking nightmare.

My kid was asleep the whole dream. He never woke in the dream.