This dream was fairly simple and straight forward. I was behind a door and someone on the other end was yelling at me to unlock the door. The door was not locked and I knew that so I turned the knob to let the door open. An old lady whom I had never seen before stood in front of me and slapped my hand-attempted too.
“Don’t lock the door!” she said.
Before I knew it I had pulled my hand back so that she missed slapping me and slapped her own hand down in frustration. I was about to follow up with words declaring my innocence but I saw my mother behind me making soft gestures for me to quite down and let the incident go.
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.