The first scene I remember was Nat KK, possibly Jay, and I walking down the side of a dirt road. There were dense woods on both side and a few trees right on the side of the road where we walked. I actually remember a few bits and pieces of the scene before this one so I know where we were before this one. We were with D4C I believe. I remember me being upset because Brian showed me up on the guitar. The building we were in looked like an auditorium and was extra dark. Anyways, while we were walking, for some reason I broke one of the trees we walked passed. I think I was angry or something. Kayanna, seeming upset, asked me why I did that. I can't remember my response, but then she said something about a good smell coming from the tree. I saw a cloud of yellow, pollen looking things coming out of the tree and it was giving off an amazingly good smell. The cloud rose up high above the road and then fell down in streaks. It looked pretty interesting. Then, at the tops of the streaks, mushroom-like formations appeared. They started to look more like jellyfish after a while. Apparently this was a cause for alarm and we ran back down the road. Before we did, the sky turned dark with rainclouds.
When we got back to the building, it was nighttime and people were laying things down on the ground for construction I think. I remember we were preparing for someone to come, I think someone was coming to attack us. I was supposed to grind the edges of some fences to a point. I believe I started doing that by myself before going inside. When I walked in, nobody was working and when I asked why, Brother Steven said something about having to wait for someone to come back with supplies. Seeing everyone not working made me lazy, so when he asked me if I had finished the fences I told him yes even though I hadn't. He asked me which fences; I guess he didn't believe me. I told him the first fences. He asked if I meant the inside ones and I said yeah. I wasn't doing very well lying, I kept stumbling on words, but for some reason they bought it.
The next thing I remember is being in a room with some people who, I think, went to Plantation. I don’t think I know any of them. The room was square with either white or really light cream colored was. There were three white couches, arranged in a U-shape in the center with a small white table inside. The couches were to the north east and south of the table and there was a TV on the west wall; I don’t think it was ever on. There was a door of the west side of the south and north walls. I think the door to the north went to a kitchen. After sitting there a while, Angel waked in from the kitchen. She was wearing a gold bra covered by a blue, extra loose-knit sweater and some jean shorts and for some reason, her skin was painted blue. She was looking very sexy; I had to look away. She was looking at something on the table, bent over in front of me when some girl who looked like Kamila jumped on her back. She had her arms around Angel and as Angel struggled, they moved up and down her breasts and I was like this is sooo not kosher; please stop this. They messed around for a while until the Kamila looking chick tore off Angel’s sweater and started grabbing her breasts. I was trying very hard to control myself, hoping she would stop soon. At this point, some of the guys started joining in and I was like, what the hell is wrong with these people. I was thinking I should get up to stop this; Angel was looking quite upset; but for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to (and the reason was not because I wanted to see more if you’re wondering). Soon the chick tore Angel’s bra and was holding her breasts, squeezing them together. KK was there trying to stop them now. I was looking in all sorts of directions trying not to see it but I could not keep my eyes away. Some other chick said something about Angel’s breasts looking like a booty because she had cleavage. At this point I was covering my eyes; I was getting pretty heated myself, angry with them for their foolishness and angry at myself for not doing anything about it. When I opened my eyes, Angel’s arms were tied behind her back and there was nothing covering her breasts (and for some reason, her nipples were painted gold). I was frozen starring for a short while, then I put my hand right back in front of my eyes. She started crying after that. That killed me; I felt like dying. She called for her dad who came in and yelled at them. KK and Angel left with their father and I looked at them so ashamed and helpless.
I sat there for a while wanting to kill something. The next thing I remember is kneeling down in front of the couch I was sitting at. KK was sitting on the couch to me left. Chad walked in and sat on the couch to the right of me. He asked me why I was so upset. I told him because of the Angel thing. He was like that happens all the time and I was like what the hell. He said yeah. I said that’s how people get beat down. He said that happens all the time too. I was like it almost happened again. Just as I said that, Angel walked in and sat down next to Kayanna. Chad said, rather loudly, “You were about to beat those people down?” I said, a little embarrassed, yeah. Then he turned to Angel and KK and said, “Hey, Nugent was ‘bout to beat those people down.” I was too embarrassed to look anybody in their eyes.
Next, I was kneeling down in front of the opposite couch and Angel was sitting on that couch to my left. I find it interesting that all the time that I felt ashamed of myself, I never again sat on the couch but knelt on the floor. Chad was standing on the couch in front of me and started fake preaching. He said something along the lines of someone liking someone else and kneeling at her feet. I was like what the f***, Chad. He then said something about how he hates it when they never tell that person that they like them. I was already feeling very shameful so I guess I figured I could at least not be a punk and finally come clean. When I opened my mouth to speak, however, she got up and walked out the room. I felt so worthless.
This was probably my most depressing dream of all time. This seems to be the theme of my dreams lately: trying to be with her and failing miserably.
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