When I woke up I was riddled with confusion. Who was that man and why was he with the woman I saw with my dad in my other dream? I didn't even know anymore. I just got up and sat on my bed while staring at the ceiling. "Why do I keep getting these annoying dreams?" I sat there while on the verge of crying. "I hate these dreams so much." I couldn't stop myself from crying. Then my phone began ringing. At first, I didn't want to answer but the constant ringing began to annoy me. I reluctantly answered and honestly, I wish I didn't.
"Hello." "Kennedy is this you?" "Who is this?" "It's me, son. I missed you so much." "Why are you calling me?" "It's because I have some important stuff to tell you." "Save it. I don't want to ever talk to you again!" I abruptly hung up on him and then blocked his number. I was too upset to handle a conversation with him. I lay back down on my bed and continued to stare right at the ceiling. It felt as if I had weights on my shoulders.
