the dreaming tree

you see, i was minding my own business, sitting in my car, browsing through my ipod and preparing to leave the parking lot of a bar

when a girl walked to my window and asked if i had a phone, and could she call someone to get her, because her friend (this guy), was acting weird and she didn’t want to be with him, etc.

so i said, ok, here’s my phone.

and she talked to someone; meanwhile, he became agitated

and came up and yelled a little, then went off

then he parked his truck behind me

she asked, hey, can i sit with you while i wait for someone to get me?

i said, yes

so she was sitting there and i was trying to get her to tell me what kind of music she liked so we could listen to something fun on the ipod

but she was like, no, no, just listen to whatever you want, i don’t care

i persisted and she said carrie underwood

whatever

then the guy came back and opened the door and started yelling at her, and then was like, hey man, what are you doing?

what are you doing?

and then he shoved a gun into my face (a silver .38 automatic)

and shouted, hey, what are you doing?

blah blah blah (anger anger anger) (gun-waving) (gun pointed at head)

and then i was holding my ipod and he said, give me that phone, and i hesitated and almost said, but this isn’t a phone, but he grabbed it from me, so i couldn’t

then he saw my phone sitting there and grabbed that

he asked if i had anything else, and i said, here’s my wallet

and that’s all i have

(but that was a lie because i had a bass and my violin, too)

anyway, it took him a minute to be convinced that that was all i had, then he took my driver’s license, saying, if you try anything, i know where you live

i thought that was amusing

then he demanded the girl get out and come with him, so she did, and silently begged me to call someone, but i had to say, i can’t, he took my phone

away he sped

so i went into the bar and called 911 (except i accidentally dialed the 1 three times)