Roguetta

August 30 1am-9am
Not sure where but nighttime around a car and a guy comes out of it to speak to us, mom, myself, and David, he says something about needing something a room or something for his car. Then he takes a look at me and grabs my arm, I think we were near a building because he dragged me to a corner area and spoke to me. I don’t remember the words but I do know that I got away and went to a mirror, old home bathroom mirror, to see my face. I had longer hair and although curly it grew down more instead of up like an afro, it had looser curls and was still dark brown but it went down to stop just above my shoulders. For a brief moment I knew it wasn’t my real hair but I didn’t think on that anymore and instead ran off again to a new setting. A much darker setting, someplace in the poorer neighborhoods or slums, the buildings were tall and all too close. There was one streetlight that illuminated the wet and muddy streets with a yellow glow and sometimes flickered but not often enough for inspection, I was following a lady in a long green dress. Her hair was done up as a light brown bun with hair hanging out around her face, I followed her up some stairs where we both looked down into the street we had once been. It was so dark we didn’t see a man sneaking up behind us until he stepped out into the light, but as he did someone cracked something and his hand or rather the top part of his hand flew off in a bloody mess. It dropped to the ground and he also dropped down in shock I suppose, the top part of his hand rolled near something that lit up very fast and started flashing. It was a lower part of one of the buildings, a box was there and the inside was what lit up in blinking dim orange light. On the front of the box was a cut out face of someone, of who I don’t remember. I also don’t remember much after that.