CyncySpyder
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Oh what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE Nightmare Part 12 & finally............. The End
As I slid into the drivers seat, and with the officer holding the drivers door open, he asked "Everything seem ok, anything missing or broken." Immediately, I wanted to reclaim that which was mine, my independence and freedom. But that isn't the emotional feeling that overcame me as I looked into the rear view mirror. I must not have noticed, but I apparently "zoned out" for a bit, just staring with a feeling of fear and dread into the rear view mirror, as the officer had to give me a shake of my shoulder to bring me back to reality. "You ok, something wrong? "
I stammered, not knowing how to communicate to the officer what the problem was, but also knowing there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. I remember just sitting there, staring in that rear view mirror and muttering something to the effect of "yeah, its ok." and the officer said I was free to go with the car and not to forget to call the following day to get the court date.
I just sat there, staring in that rear view mirror, overwhelmed with a feeling I had never experienced before, a feeling of being violated......... an emotional type of rape even. I was staring in the rear view mirror awaiting to see someone jump up from the rear floor board to once again steal my car. I knew that it was an irrational feeling for me to be having, but I had never experienced anything similar and this feeling shook me to my core. This was no longer MY car that represented my freedom.... That had been stolen!
As irrational as it was, I couldn't shake that feeling. That stranger had stolen everything that my first car had represented to me. The officer had already left with the perp. locked away in his rear seat and I was still just sitting there, still staring in the rear view mirror until my buddy finally approached me and asked, "Dude, the cops gone, its cool to head to the crib, why you sit'n here in the cold, what's up?" I didn't know how to explain or what to say, but just shrugged & lied through my teeth and said, "Its all good, lets go."
As I followed behind my buddy, I kept looking in the rear view mirror, the hair on the back of my neck standing straight as if they were tiny spears. Physically speaking, this was still my same car that it was before it was stolen. But emotionally, it was anything but, it was just a hollow shell of what it once meant to me and now represented all that could be taken away from me, I just couldn't stand it.
Soon after this transpired, the feeling never the same, I sold the EXP to one of my older brothers, and honestly, I have no recollection of what my next car was after that, it no longer mattered.
So, after the back story, lets get back to present day. Where Teddy and I live, its a condo with a detached one car garage. The garage is attached to my neighbors garage and sets at the only entrance, which is gated, up the stairs to our condo. Our garage has only one door, the large garage door that opens either with the click of the opener or by using the key in the lock. Our condo is on the top 3rd & 4th floors of our building & I've found out thru accident in the past, that if I click the opener while in the downstairs bathroom, it will open the garage door. Imagine my surprise when walking out to the car and finding the garage standing wide open. Thankfully everything has always been left as it was and untouched.
So now, we come to the culmination of all these past entries and cliff hangers. Since it had been so long that Teds Red Sled was out of commission, this past ryde brought the feeling of excitement, freedom, joy, happiness and elation all rushing back to me. Seriously folks, my face was hurting from smiling so dang much (Teddy's too) we needed that, and badly.
The evening after that joyous ryde, Teddy and I headed off to slumber, our faces still sore with the semi-perminant grins of elation planted upon them. Once I drifted off to slumber however, all that was out the window. My dream, no nightmare was on an unrelenting loop cycling over and over and over again until I finally woke up from night terrors, dripping in sweat.
Teddy & I gear up for another spirited test ryde of his sled, before finally putting it all back together. We walk down the steps of our condo excited with anticipation of our ensuing ryde. We open the closed gate leading out of our entrance and turn the corner to our garage where Teds Red Sled spends its alone time, pensively awaiting our return to once again, bring it to lyfe and allow it thrive down the asphalt bringing joy not only to us, but also all those that see Teddy, donning his doggles on the back of his Red Sled.
Imagine if you will, the horror that ensues when we turn the corner and shockingly notice that the garage door is already open. Then, imagine if you can, the feelings that overwhelm us, as our eyes search the wide opening of the garage, only to see it devoid of any sign of Teds Red Sled. OMG, ITS GONE!!! STOLEN!!!
At this point of my 'Nightmare' all those horrible feelings of when my EXP was stolen way back when I was an 18 year old kid, came rushing back, as if it just had happened for the very first time. And this happens over and over again until I finally wake up in a fit of night sweats, heart beating as if its going to explode.
That's my story folks and I'm sticking to it
As I slid into the drivers seat, and with the officer holding the drivers door open, he asked "Everything seem ok, anything missing or broken." Immediately, I wanted to reclaim that which was mine, my independence and freedom. But that isn't the emotional feeling that overcame me as I looked into the rear view mirror. I must not have noticed, but I apparently "zoned out" for a bit, just staring with a feeling of fear and dread into the rear view mirror, as the officer had to give me a shake of my shoulder to bring me back to reality. "You ok, something wrong? "
I stammered, not knowing how to communicate to the officer what the problem was, but also knowing there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. I remember just sitting there, staring in that rear view mirror and muttering something to the effect of "yeah, its ok." and the officer said I was free to go with the car and not to forget to call the following day to get the court date.
I just sat there, staring in that rear view mirror, overwhelmed with a feeling I had never experienced before, a feeling of being violated......... an emotional type of rape even. I was staring in the rear view mirror awaiting to see someone jump up from the rear floor board to once again steal my car. I knew that it was an irrational feeling for me to be having, but I had never experienced anything similar and this feeling shook me to my core. This was no longer MY car that represented my freedom.... That had been stolen!
As irrational as it was, I couldn't shake that feeling. That stranger had stolen everything that my first car had represented to me. The officer had already left with the perp. locked away in his rear seat and I was still just sitting there, still staring in the rear view mirror until my buddy finally approached me and asked, "Dude, the cops gone, its cool to head to the crib, why you sit'n here in the cold, what's up?" I didn't know how to explain or what to say, but just shrugged & lied through my teeth and said, "Its all good, lets go."
As I followed behind my buddy, I kept looking in the rear view mirror, the hair on the back of my neck standing straight as if they were tiny spears. Physically speaking, this was still my same car that it was before it was stolen. But emotionally, it was anything but, it was just a hollow shell of what it once meant to me and now represented all that could be taken away from me, I just couldn't stand it.
Soon after this transpired, the feeling never the same, I sold the EXP to one of my older brothers, and honestly, I have no recollection of what my next car was after that, it no longer mattered.
So, after the back story, lets get back to present day. Where Teddy and I live, its a condo with a detached one car garage. The garage is attached to my neighbors garage and sets at the only entrance, which is gated, up the stairs to our condo. Our garage has only one door, the large garage door that opens either with the click of the opener or by using the key in the lock. Our condo is on the top 3rd & 4th floors of our building & I've found out thru accident in the past, that if I click the opener while in the downstairs bathroom, it will open the garage door. Imagine my surprise when walking out to the car and finding the garage standing wide open. Thankfully everything has always been left as it was and untouched.
So now, we come to the culmination of all these past entries and cliff hangers. Since it had been so long that Teds Red Sled was out of commission, this past ryde brought the feeling of excitement, freedom, joy, happiness and elation all rushing back to me. Seriously folks, my face was hurting from smiling so dang much (Teddy's too) we needed that, and badly.
The evening after that joyous ryde, Teddy and I headed off to slumber, our faces still sore with the semi-perminant grins of elation planted upon them. Once I drifted off to slumber however, all that was out the window. My dream, no nightmare was on an unrelenting loop cycling over and over and over again until I finally woke up from night terrors, dripping in sweat.
Teddy & I gear up for another spirited test ryde of his sled, before finally putting it all back together. We walk down the steps of our condo excited with anticipation of our ensuing ryde. We open the closed gate leading out of our entrance and turn the corner to our garage where Teds Red Sled spends its alone time, pensively awaiting our return to once again, bring it to lyfe and allow it thrive down the asphalt bringing joy not only to us, but also all those that see Teddy, donning his doggles on the back of his Red Sled.
Imagine if you will, the horror that ensues when we turn the corner and shockingly notice that the garage door is already open. Then, imagine if you can, the feelings that overwhelm us, as our eyes search the wide opening of the garage, only to see it devoid of any sign of Teds Red Sled. OMG, ITS GONE!!! STOLEN!!!
At this point of my 'Nightmare' all those horrible feelings of when my EXP was stolen way back when I was an 18 year old kid, came rushing back, as if it just had happened for the very first time. And this happens over and over again until I finally wake up in a fit of night sweats, heart beating as if its going to explode.
That's my story folks and I'm sticking to it
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