Blood Sugar Magik Tricks

There was this girl that really digs on me. She’s all clingy and touchy and you feel like she’s kinda like a spider monkey with her arms all over ya. Not that I resent it, but as in this case it seems like I don’t really have any feelings for her. So every time when she comes over to literally stick-on to me, I would simply give her the cold shoulders. So this happens many times until one day, she realise that what she’s doing are all in vain, that I simply can make myself love her.
So one day as I was around my neighbourhood, I saw her standing outside a video store watching a movie, and she was tearing. I felt really bad for rejecting her advances when I saw her like that, but there was nothing I can do about it…so I walked away. Subsequently, I met her up on a bridge and we said hi. Despite me being cold towards her, she was still very sweet to me and nice about it. We talked for awhile when she said she needed to visit the ladies and she left her bag on a bench and told me to look after it. It was then that I felt she might be taking the opportunity to make me rethink my feelings for her. So I decided to play tough and just “look after” the bag without me touching it.
Suddenly there was this old haggard looking man probably in his 50s who came over to the benching smiling. He was eyeing the handbag she left on the bench. Realising that he may steal the bag and make a run for it, I said: “Hey, you think if you were gonna steal that bag, that I can’t chase you down old man?” His smile washed off almost immediately and begins to walk away. And I was thinking to myself ‘Damn...What am I crazy? Why am I talking like that?’ in another minute, another man spotted the lonely handbag and eyes it like a predator would a prey. I was thinking…shit…not another one. But this guy was younger, and he look meaner…probably in his late 30s has the mean tatts all over. And he glanced at me to check if I was watching the bag…so I said the same thing: “You think if you were to grab that bag and run that you can beat me to it? I can run faster than you old man…” he smiled…and then there was this time expansion where everything slows down as I watched his hand reach for the bag. My eyes grew larger as I was anticipating his every move. Just when he held the bag, I yelled to grab everybody’s attention. “Oiiiii!!! Oiiiii!!!”……
Bloody hell I was shouting in my dream and it was weird… it didn’t really sounded like an “oi” but more like a “ahhh” sound… you realise how difficult it is to move or talk or shout when you’re caught in a dream. You feel absolutely helpless and the dreams seem to react on it. Like if you were trying to fend of attackers you realise you can't move your arms… strange… I guess that’s why they made Nightmare on Elm St and Matrix. Ever punched anyone in you sleep?