My daughter and I were walking home from a friend’s house when we came upon a block party. There were a lot of people there on the street somewhere in Yonkers. I held my daughter’s hand and eased through the crowd. “Excuse me! Sorry! Excuse me!” I called out as we walked by.
Then we got to an area where a man was playing music. He wore a denim jacket, and his tight curls twisted in what looked like locks. He said something to me, but I did not hear because of the drowning bass of the song. I walked past him, and he grabbed my arm with force and confidence that I would oblige to his intrusive physical contact. I pulled my hand away from him, and he said something sexual to me in my ear. “Girl, where have you been hiding? You are the one for me. and I want you to be my girl tonight.”
I said, “No, thank you,” and stepped away. The man grabbed me by the hood of my sweater and yanked me backward. He caught me off guard, and I was embarrassed. So I spun around and pushed him away from me. We started fighting. I locked his head in a chokehold and body-slammed him to the ground. Now he was embarrassed. I got the best of him. He could not move, and people gathered around laughing because a girl had disciplined (shamed) him in public.
I released my grip and set him free. He was furious. He paced around like he was in a boxing ring and then moved toward the DJ stand. A young lady intercepted him and pushed him back. I walked away with my daughter in tow. Remember, I did not know anyone at that party. I was passing through the area. I did not get far when I felt something wet on the nape of my neck. I rub my hand there, and when I looked at it, it was blood. I began to panic. What could this be? Did he cut me? Did he throw acid on my skin? My skin did not burn, nor did I feel any pain or discomfort. I ran home with my daughter to assess the damage.
I got home and rushed to the bathroom. I looked backward in the mirror and noticed a small area of the exposed white layer of my skin. It was not a knife wound, but rather a splash of a corrosive substance like acid. Most of it was on my clothes. Thank you, God.
I put an ointment on it and went back outside. Then, I saw some girls walking up the street. The woman that had pushed the man away from me was there as well. She came up to me and said that she was looking for me. I said that I was going to call the police because it seemed as if they were about to be some trouble here, and she said, “No! No! No! You cannot call the police, those guys are bad men, and they have guns. They will harm you. And that guy you fought, he is no joke, he is a bad man.”
I got so nervous and decided to go home, but the girls were walking up behind me as if they were going to fight me or something. I did not trust them or their intentions, and I did not want them to see where I lived. So, I passed my house. The lady again said in a warning tone, “You cannot call the police. It can get awful for you and your family.” I walked away from her, and I woke up from the dream.
Please let me know your interpretation of this dream. I am curious.
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