A Dream of Nine

I had some crazy dreams last night. They were just all over the board.

One of them was rather violent.

It took place in some sort of construction area. All I remember was that there were lots of old, rusted cars parked everywhere. It was foggy too.

I was walking with him through the lot. Nothing had happened yet, and I wasn't really expecting it to. Suddenly he gestured for something more and kissed me. At that moment, you came. The two of us seperated from each other and you hit him in the jaw. He couldn't defend himself very well. I screamed "no, no, what are you doing? Stop this!" in a tone of desperation because I knew at that moment of witness it would be over completely. You hit again, and I said "This is why. Why are you so violent? You could hit me. I'm scared of you now. This is why," and fell on my knees to the ground. I remember myself looking up, and you looking down. You were wearing that white striped shirt. I grasped on to you in pleading desperation, thought I'm not sure what it was I was pleading for; perhaps for it to stop. Your reply signalled no hope for anything.

But I got up though you didn't help me.

And we walked.

And as I looked back, all I saw was his back as he walked away.

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I don't know where this came from.
Maybe it's because it's the 9th.
That would explain it.