DarkCoffe
Yogi of Perceptions

My parents and I where at a convention that was in the middle of a bad neighborhood. I had an uneasy feeling so I kept trying to find ways to get away.

I tried to get in the car to get away, but I found a man in the backseat and when I asked him to leave he pulled out a gun and he tried to shoot me. I got away and kept trying to get my parents to leave.

Then I got into an elevator that tried to kill me with blades but I proved stronger than the trap. I found one of my friends in a bookshop, but all was not well. A man kept trying to molest me and after trying to get away I decided it was time to fight back. I got close to him and used leverage to get my hands free and palm strike his face, when he made a grab for me I got even closed, hooked his leg and knocked him down.

My friend and other people interrupted the situation and for that I was happy, I don't like having to fight.

I found myself in a situation similar to that of high school, only it was about wizardry and had collars involved. I and the other students where all wearing collars and I got the general feeling that the collars where a symbol of us being owned and dominated by something.

I felt right at home considering that my mental and bodily integrity remained intact. I was sitting next to this boy in one of the classes, I don't remember what the subject was, when he started to rub his foot on my lower leg. Considering how lonely I am, I decided to put my attention onto him. It was awkward nonverbal conversation for the most part. Then that reality faded into the recesses of my brain.