Two nights ago I dreamed that I was waiting in my dad's truck while he ran into Wal-Mart on a rainy night. I was settled in for a little wait, when I noticed a large man come up to the window. He smiled and took out a tool that I realized he was going to use to get into the truck. I panicked, turning to grab my phone to call 911. I accidentally hit the horn as I tried to find the phone and he started. I realized I had a much faster weapon on my hand and laid on the horn for dear life.
About a dozen black guys came running and the guy decided it wasn't worth his time.
They made sure I was alright and then a couple white dudes came up and thought I'd made up the whole thing.
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