Story of Revenge

I decided to go on a mini vacation alone. It had been hectic and just needed to get away.

In a small town about 100 miles from home I exited the elevator in a "lavish" Holiday Inn to reach my room. It didn't look like anything I had seen on the Internet. Not sure where the lavish came from.

There were several young people hanging out in the hall.  Walking over legs I arrived at my door, slipped the card key in and let myself in. The room was mediocre. It needed some painting and updates. But I let it go.  I didn't plan on staying in the room because my itinerary was quite full. 

Later when I left to find a restaurant for dinner the young people were still there. They weren't noisy and had not disturbed me.

I did have a fleeing thought wondering why were they there? Homeless? Nothing to do?  They were a mixture of races: African Americans, one or two Hispanics, a Korean and several Caucasians. I admit I am not good at estimating ages but it would be safe to say their ages were between 17-25.

Everyone seemed happy, laughing and drinking. They said hello and welcomed me to their city. A pudgy Caucasian white girl offered me some punch. I graciously accepted it and took a sip.

I know! Yes, my mother taught me never to take anything to drink or eat from a stranger. It was humid and hot. You step out of the door and you are sweating. After all, they were being friendly. Right?

The next thing I knew I was laying on the dirty carpeted floor of my hotel room.  My vision was distorted. Everything was white and twisted. I heard the young people laughing. I saw movement in front of me but couldn't distinguish who or what it was.  Suddenly I realized I had been trying to move but I couldn't. It was a terrifying feeling.  I was not bound in any way. I was paralyzed. I tried saying something but nothing came out.

Shortly, a black silhouette was in front of me. I could feel and smell his smoky liquor breath on my cheek. I wanted to gag. The voice was laughing and saying, "I'm going to have some fun with this one. I'm gonna rape her." He used more expletives describing in detail what his plans were. I was terrified!

"No, man! You can at least wait until she is awake so she can really enjoy it," was the reply from a different male voice laughing behind me. I could feel movement around me like they were jumping around.  At that moment I realized I needed to play like I was still unconscious until I came up with a plan.

It seemed months were passing by before my vision came back to normal and I was able to move During the day the hooligans were there laughing as they planned what they were gonna do to me. At night they were gone. One of them even showed concern that I had not waken up yet.

When they left late at night I had a lot of alone time to think in the darkness. 

I decided I wouldn't show any signs in front of them because I knew I couldn't overtake all of them. Looking around I saw my Henry Pump Action Octagon .22 rifle hanging on the wall. I was confused. Why did they take everything else but not the rifle? I knew I had more ammo under the mattress. I confirmed then these people were really stupid. 

The next day as I continued to play possum they returned even more vile and rowdy. 

Night finally returned and they left. I wobbly got to my feet. My legs were heavy and stiff.  I was weak, hungry and dehydrated. When I finally stood up I walked around  shaking my arms to get the blood circulating. I then grabbed my rifle and ammo. I pushed a chair to a space where I was on the side of the door a few feet away. I waited.

Surprisingly, I did not have to wait for long. The wannabe rapist came strutting early in the morning alone. His pants down to his knees showing his ugly green and purple plaid underwear. He stopped at the door. When he didn't see me on the floor his head whip lashed back and forth until he saw my shadow. I stepped out with my gun aimed at his head and warned him, "Do. Not. Move.  I will kill you if you do."

When he saw the barrel of my rifle his eyes widened. His hands flew up and he stammered, "I'm so so sorry. Don't shoot!" He was whining like a baby.

Furiously, I shouted, "You SOB wanted to rape me huh? "

He begged, "No! No! Please!  Don't shoot me! I wasn't going to rape you. I was just playing around."

With the rifle still aimed I said, "I heard everything all of you said and saw what you did. You don't joke about this. It is payback time." I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew into his knee. The wannabe rapist fell to his side yelping.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts. Don't shoot me again please! I beg you man!" he pleaded.

I shouted, "I'm not a man, what's wrong with you people calling a lady a dude. Shut up dumb ass! Get up!"

He cried saying, "I can't."

I demanded more loudly, "Get up or you die!" His pleading teary eyes looked at me as he struggled to get up. When he was up I shot him in the other knee.

I said, "This is my revenge! I am also trying to teach you a lesson!"

He cried, prayed and was apologetic. I asked him if he now realizes I am serious."

Shaking and resigned he said, "Yes ma'am. I'm so sorry. Please call for help. I'm bleeding!"

I laughed and said, "You'll be just fine!" I told him to pull himself in the corner, lay on his stomach with his arms out so I could see him but no one could until they came into the room. I instructed him to shut up and be quiet if he wanted to live.

At daybreak the hooligans, one by one, came into the door at intervals. They pleaded for mercy. I gave them mercy. They each got a bullet in their knee. I made them stack on top of each other.

The wannabe rapist kept pleading to me that he would suffocate with all the weight. I ignored his pleas. 

In between the hooligans, a man dressed in a cop uniform came in inquiring, "What is this about?"  He drew his gun on me. But I knew it was a water gun and his handcuffs were fake. I told him my experience and told him to chill. He started laughing saying, "You didn't shoot them. Give me the gun!" I told him I knew he was not a cop so who was he.

He became arrogant and said, "I can take you you down in a split second honey?"

The wannabe rapist yelled, "She is crazy man!"

POW! I shot the wannabe cop in the shoulder. He went on top of the growing pile. I had a heap of people bleeding.

There was one left I eagerly waited for, the pudgy white girl who offered me the punch. As we waited I started interrogating my captors. Some were wanna be criminals and others had a record. I found out it was the white girl's idea to spike my punch with "Ensol."  I had been unconscious for 7 days.

I asked them if they were scared? They all nodded yes. Some with watery eyes. Some with a stone cold gaze. I told them to think how I felt. Knocked out. Woke up unable to move or speak. My vacation was ruined. There was silence for a long time.

Finally, the pudgy white girl strolled into the room engrossed on her iPhone unaware of what was happening around her. She heard a movement and looked up, right into the barrel of my shotgun as I slammed the door behind her. Dropping her phone she started to scream. I grabbed her hair and swing her across the floor. Yes, I had the strength. I was that angry!

I told her to stop! Everyone was shivering. There was sheer terror in the room. I knew exactly what they felt. I interrogated her and she confessed to everything. After she got a bullet in her shoulder and in her knee I told her to get on top of the pile.

The wannabe rapist begged, "Please I'm gonna die with that fat pig on top. She weighs 300 lbs."

The girl shouted back, "250!"

He looked at me with sorrowful and pleading eyes. The girl got on top and many sounds of pain and shuffling continued.

I just watched as I thought what was going to be my next move. I hadn't thought that far ahead.

After a few minutes I stood up in front of them and said, "Now here's what we are going to do." I walked back with my rifle trained on the heap and grabbed a tape recorder out of my pocket. I had found it in the drawer when I had arrived and put in my pocket.

"I will start from the bottom. Because, we don't know how much air he will have. It all depends on how fast everyone does this next step if he lives or suffocates. Everyone of you will speak into this recorder and admit to what role you played in this crime. There will be no lies. I have more bullets. You state your name, age, address, the crime and why."

Each one took their turn. None of them could come up with the reason except fun.

I then brought out a phone out of my other my pocket and gave it to the wannabe rapist and told him I was gonna call 911. He was going to tell 911 what he did and ask for help, then hand the phone to the person on top so they can tell their story. Everyone did as told.

After they were done, I told the person on top to get off and take off their pants and the next one do the same and so on.  They were to turn around facing the the wall with their hands on it and cross their ankles. They complied. When the cops and EMTs came they were stunned. Some told jokes among themselves. Most high-fived and laughed.

Scene change. Weeks later.

We are all before the judge. The young men and women dressed in their usual rags stood before the judge. Their court appointed lawyer tried to persuade the judge that I received my revenge and the crime I committed against them outweighed theirs.

I reminded the judge they ruined my vacation and had me locked up in my own body for 7 days. Although I shot them they were able to move. They are all on the mend and will have full recoveries.  I also blamed the hotel for lack of security because obviously the hooligans had done this before as some confessed.

The judge ruled, "Ladies and gentleman, this case is clear. These young men and women prowled on visitors. However, they made a big mistake. They picked on the wrong person when they encountered the plaintiff who is THE victim.   A woman of amazing wit, courage and weird sense of revenge.  I charge all of you (except the plaintiff) vandalism, robbery, kidnapping, loitering, attempted rape, impersonating a police officer and harassment. I sentence each of you 40 years in prison and probation for the rest of your life thereafter. 

He turned to the hotel's CEO and said, "I will fine your hotel for unsafe conditions. I can't believe your housekeepers didn't find the plaintiff. Obviously the management and employees  didn't do their job. You have no cameras or security to protect your visitors. I fine your company $2 million dollars, you are to get a security officer and have camera in every hall and every corner of your hotel. For emotional damages you will pay the plaintiff a million dollars per day she was captive which makes it $7 million.

I jumped on my feet and yelled, "But your honor, I didn't want the money. I just wanted the safety measures.

The judge responded "Well give it to charity!"

I sat down surprised and overwhelmed.  BabyGirl ran into the court room.

And that's when I woke up from the dream. I was tired all day. I hate my dreams.  FYI: I looked up Ensol but can't find anything chemical about it. I don't have a rifle and no idea where I got the name from although it is the name of a real gun.

Have you had any weird dreams? If you have followed me for a length of time, you know I do.

Until next time...

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Crazy Dream

Yea most of my dreams are crazy and weird.

This one was my mom and dad didn't have a bathroom and I needed to pee! I asked her where did they go and she said she waited for night and went out side to do her business. 

I was so confused in the dream. They acted like it was normal. 

It would start over again, and again and again.

My brain is so weird.

Dream: BabyGirl Got Married

I have such vivid dreams! Of course BabyGirl was in this one. But she wasn't young. Actually she was a young woman in a beautiful white dress. She was getting married but she was blubbering big time. I kept asking her what's wrong. She would just look at me and cry. The conversation went like this:

She sobbed throughout but able to respond to a few questions.
Me: What's wrong?
Her: She was sobbing so hard she couldn't talk.
Me: Look, you don't have to marry right now. You can back out even if you are on the altar.
Her: (Still sobbing) But I love him.
Me: If you have doubts, don't marry him. Don't make the mistake.
Her: But Mom I love CHARLES!

I continued to tell her all the things Mothers tell their daughters when they are getting married. Be sure this is what you want. You can back out anytime. You can wait longer.

This went on seemingly forever over and over.

Dream scene changed and I was walking her down the aisle of what appeared to be an auditorium. I was on one side of her and a creepy looking man was on her other side. It was not her father.

She sobbed nonstop.

I woke up.

Funniest part is she has never dated any Charles that I know of and her boyfriend's name is not Charles.

Have no analysis on this one.

Dream: Very Vivid Dream, Ticked Off At Hubby

The other morning I woke up royally ticked. For no reason.

Yea, I know. It makes no sense.

I had such a vivid dream and was 10x ticked off in it. So imagine.

In my dream MyHubby told me he was going to Las Vegas. And he was leaving the next day.

I asked if he was taking me with him. He responded no, that he was going alone.

I was thinking but that place is "OUR" special place since we got married there. I couldn't believe he did not want me to go with him.

My heart was broken. I asked him what he was going do and he said I didn't have to know.

And then I got ticked off. I started asking him if he was having an affair or was leaving me.

He got all huffy and told me, no he was just going on a trip alone. He wouldn't give me any details like where he was staying, when he was coming back, etc.

It made no sense.

And if you follow my blog and have read about some of my dreams, you know my dreams can get jumbled with 2-3 things going on at the same time.

But I'll just finish this segment first.

Somehow my mom and sister is at my home.  I was upset and told them what Hubby was doing. He had his clothes hanging on a doorknob that he was going to bring. The clothes was really not Hubby's style. My mom and sister was going through them saying, "He was out of his mind."

That's all I remember because I woke up, as I said royally ticked.

Another segment of my dream is there were a gang of Hispanic boys hanging around our house. I went out to talk to them and I became interested in one. He was such a sweetheart and I wanted to adopt him.  This segment was sketchy. We were just talking and he had the same personality as BabyGirl. That segment ended abruptly.

My Analysis: I have no clue about the Hispanic boy. I do not want any more kids. lol.

As far as Hubby going to Vegas without me, the previous evening he reminded me our anniversary was next month. I probably would have remembered it as it got closer but it has not been on my mind. Wow! We'll be married 2 years and on our 6th year of knowing each other.

I have never became angry with him as I do in my dreams. He says it is a deep seeded anger, jokingly. But I can honestly say I don't. We are fine.  We have normal disagreements but we don't get angry like that. We talk about it, get over with and move on.  I know he wouldn't just tell me suddenly he was going somewheres without my input, especially a trip. I know he would never do something like that.

When I woke up, I told him he needs to stop doing that in my dreams. He looks at me like he is at a loss and have no idea what to do with me.

But that's okay. I know he still loves me, even with my craziness!!

Dream: Black Bean, Popcorn and Raisin Medley

Last night I had a dream. Yea, my dreams are off the wall! But at least this one is not about BabyGirl or my car missing or being lost!

It was my parents, Hubby and mother in law staying in a drab room. The room was like one at a Retreat House I attend, except very drabby and empty. Just one room with a small bath connecting.

Don't know where the furniture was. All I saw was four walls of drab grey.

I was standing at the stove I presume because I was looking into a gumbo pot and reading a recipe that was sitting on a counter that looked like the one in my old apartment.

The recipe stated that I had to put a little bit of olive oil at the bottom of the pot. Throw in the popcorn kernels, black beans and raisins. Then allow the popcorn to pop slightly, whatever that means. I was to stir constantly.

Following the directions the popcorn did pop but after it was cooked the popcorn was green so the pot medley was black and green.

Scene changed as most of my dreams do.

I had 4 pieces of chicken and when I was getting ready to serve, I realized that I had five people not four. So I started cutting the chicken pieces in half. In my mind I would cut them in half, put them back together and make 5. I know. Illogical. But its my dream.

So I manage to get my 5 pieces of  chicken and serve everyone. I put the plates in front of everyone. They all look at each other and then at me.

My Mother-in-Law asked, "What in the world?"

Being clueless, I said, "What? Its Black beans, popcorn and raisins." I look around and tell my my mom, "You like black beans."

At my dad and then Hubby: "You like popcorn."

To everyone: "And I like raisins. And it s a veggie to go with the chicken!"

I thankfully woke up!

Veggie! Green popcorn? Black bean, raisin and popcorn medley?

Who knows where that came from!

Dream: Hubby Disappears at Posh Wedding

I've had some weird dreams and I often try to interpret them but sometimes there is so much in my dream and the scenes are changed frequently.

Last night I had a dream that Hubby and I were at a very elegant wedding. It was seemingly a very posh venue and hotel. The bride and groom were all cool, calm and collected. The bride was walking around in her gown and veil nonchalantly picking up and reading magazines and chatting with people. The groom was just relaxed mingling.

The venue consisted of several stories with stairs with no rails.  I was in a ballroom dress (which is really a dream for hubby) and Hubby was in a nice 3 piece suit. My whole family was there. Aunts, uncles, mom, dad, sister and her family.

Hubby and I were walking up stairs to get food, Maybe the reception was before the wedding?

Hubby said he had to go to the restroom before we went eat and left me standing there. So I waited. And waited. And waited.

I walked to the men's restroom and asked a gentleman to see if Hubby was in there. He wasn't. So I started searching for him. As I was on my search, I found a room with seemingly hundreds of tables  a of food. The food was unknown and I thought it was weird. People were at tables eating and talking. I found some of my family so I sat and ate still wondering where Hubby was.

Everyone was asking where he was.  I was getting peeved. I started searching again after I ate.

I encountered an area where  the groom announced he wanted to give his bride a gift. He looked below a balcony where the pool was. The pool was so blue and beautiful. The Groom nodded and a bunch of young men started covering the pool with a cement, something like when they cover the baseball fields when it rains.  Everyone applauded. I was so confused.

Everyone returned to mingle and my search continued for Hubby. But I looked down where the pool once was and there was a gang of boys beating up one boy. They had several on each side and kept pushing the boy back and forth between the groups. I kept telling everyone we needed to stop them. But no one did and the scene changed.

Do realize I was walking around most of the dream.

I then had to go to the restroom and my feet were tired from walking so much. When I go to the restroom, a janitor lady gave me a slip of paper to put on the door while I was using it.

Scene changed.

Obviously the wedding was over as people were walking to the exits. I had evidently went attend the wedding without Hubby. As I reached the bottom there I spot Hubby with his hands in his pockets strolling towards me. I stopped, folded my arms across my chest and glared at him.

He reached me and asked, "What?"

My temper blew. I said, "What? Where the hell were  you?"

With a confused look CALM voice he answered, "I was karaoking."

I was livid.

I yelled, "Karaoke? Are you f'ing serious? What is the matter with you? You missed the reception! you missed the wedding! You left me on the top of the stairs. You ruined our night!

He responds, " I wasn't gone that long!"

I screamed "Not gone that long? You were gone all freaking night!

I woke up.

First of all Hubby doesn't karaoke.

Second, He wouldn't just leave me like that.

Third, I wouldn't be in a ballroom gown.

It was weird and when I wake up from dreams like that I am drained. And wake up ticked off. I tell Hubby the dream and it is all better.

But Gawd! I hate those dreams!

Yellow Gelled Inhaler Dream

I've had some pretty weird dreams the past few nights but when I come to write them, I forget.

Last night I had a dream I was with this young girl who was pregnant. I was sick with asthma and trying to get a doctor to see me but no doctor would see me except a Dr. H. He is my Gyn currently.

When I arrived at his office, he asked me a lot of questions like what my other doctor would give me for that illness. I told him an antibiotic and Prednisone. Instead he gives me an inhaler.  When I opened it, the canister was full of yellow gelled jello if you can visualize that. I thought, "I can't inhale this", so I decided to eat it. When I put in my mouth to eat it, it became hard and it was difficult to swallow. It was very sweet. I told him this and he said I have to be admitted to the hospital.

The pregnant girl trailed me the whole way of admission etc. I get to the hospital room and they brought me breakfast. I looked at the clock and saw it was 11:30. I said, "Lunch will be here soon". I uncovered my breakfast tray and it was gross to me. There were some slimy fried eggs, a link of breakfast sausage and another link of sausage but it was longer and fatter.  I pushed it way when Dr. H came in. He asked what was wrong with the breakfast. I informed  him it was gross. He asked if he could have the big sausage. I said, "YES." So he eats my sausage.

Scene changes....I am in the all and a nurse practitioner came and asked what was I doing with the Quack. I informed her he was my doctor. She questioned why I have a gyn instead of a pulmonologist. I told her he was the only one who would see me. She argued he was a Quack and I shouldn't see him anymore.

I woke up.

Analysis: The only think that makes any sense is when I said he was the only one who would see me. I read on FB status that someone had to wait until June to see an ENT. The rest? Who knows!

Granny Dream

 Last night was all about Granny. It was like watching a montage of her. She was walking slowly in the big house she lived in. Then she was sitting in her corner sucking chicken bones with her dogs around her, one was Ginger.. What were her other dogs names anyone remember? Another scene was she was with us grocery shopping. She was in her rocker watching a soap opera. One scene was I was in a bed and she wanted to spoon feed me LOL.  She walked outside putting her clothes on her clothesline.

It was sorta de ja vu. A coloring book was somewheres in there and a fig tree.

There was a scene  I was at the graveyard and she was sitting on the side of me. I woke up and cried because I remember that  day I went to the church and I learned they locked a church. I always thought a church was always opened at least during the day. I was in a pure panic mode  that day so I searched for her grave, found it and fell on her plot and sobbed telling her spirit all my problems and that Whoosh of peace and resolution came to me. She told me in her own way  what to do.

To this day I still say she saved me. I went to therapy and got my self esteem and confidence back.

Damn that was such a dark time for me I never want to get to again.

This analysis is easy, with the  holidays coming and people talking about their loved ones who have gone to haven. However, it strikes me weird that all the scenes did happen.