Dribble

I run through the crowd of a fierce anti rally mosh concert shielding two year old Sam in my arms from the flailing of bodies. That’s when an opening in the mosh disperses and I run for safety.
“There we go.” I tell Sammy in his ear so he could hear me over the noise. In the same instance I look back to see that the lead singer is making his way towards our direction. Doing so makes things worst. The mosh starts moving towards us. “Crap I got to get Sammy out of here!”
Then things fade. I’m standing next to a familiar face in the crowd and remember her name. I wrap my arm around her and say in her ear. “I’m from your future Merry.” And hand her a picture. She looks at the picture and I see in her face she was very confused of the situation.
Things fade. I end up sitting on a bunk bed hearing a doorbell ring. Crawling to the edge of the bed I can look straight down a flight of stairs. Mom and dad are there and it feels like it’s the eighties. But I’m not in my teens. I’m still my current age of thirty-five. While sitting back on my bed I hear footsteps come up the stairs. That’s when I saw who the person was just ringing the door. She jumps on the bed. It was Merry. She didn’t look like she did at the mosh concert. Blond curly locks with a pale clean complexion I last saw. Now she was with a clean shaved head and dirty tank top shirt. But now she is twenty years older. She plops down and asks what did I mean with the picture in hand as if it was yesterday. I show her another picture and tell her that I’m a traveler of time and I have seen the beginning of the creation of the world and also seen the end of it. I sit up to grab more pictures of war scenes when her stinky foot hits me in the face. I keep telling her I’ve seen the start of world war one and two and the Vietnam War.
“But?” she starts to say.

Then I wake up.

ok It was a weird dream and so I had to write it down. I’m not a writer so don’t red marker it up.