Squatters Oct 15th

 Squatters

      I was in downtown Denver going past newly constructed condominiums. They were beautiful red brick structures with sandstone finishes inscribed in ancient script. The combination wasn't stylistically appealing. I took note of the contrast, but my attention was on our destination, a bridge that had been recently built in the city. As we reached the bridge I took in the huge steel beams that contrasted against the bright clear blue sky. The bridge was beautiful. It reminded me of something that I could see in Portland or Seattle. I found myself in the car with Sonia and Duane. We noticed that the bridge had missing pieces. We couldn't determine if it was real or if the glass created a mirage. Sonia and I were a bit freaked out and did not want to continue on the bridge. Duane was driving and was curious to take a peek of the edge. As we got closer, we could see it was dangerous. Duane did a one-arm style U-turn and we got off of the bridge. 

    Suddenly Duane, Sonia, and I were in a coffee shop in a ritzy mall that had seating with heavy foot traffic. I spoke to Sonia about how Enzo spoke so bluntly but his words were causing me to reflect in ways I never had before. Sonia smiled a knowing smile, while Duane looked at me pensively. 

    Straight away there was a young woman who was dressed in the fashion of the Lord of the Rings. She had a sea-green hooded cloak that covered her face, with faded green skinny-cut pants. She asked if she could sit at the end of our table and we gestured that she was more than welcome because the seat wasn't taken.     

    In an instant, Duane and Sonia had dropped me back home and it was already past nightfall. I see that the girl is in my house and I wonder how she followed us back. I walk into my family home and everything is dark but there is a tv light that glows throughout the house. I look out of the living room window and I see that there are a lot of squatters dressed similarly to the girl in the front yard waiting to come inside of the house. I am alarmed at the site of them and know that I do not want them to be around my home. 

    As I walk up the stairs to find Michael, the squatters come in and they overrun the house. They move so chaotically.  I open Michael's bedroom door to find him relaxed and watching TV. Michael is around 11 or 12 years old. I ask him if he is okay and he nods and tells me that he just pretended to be one of the squatters and they couldn't tell the difference. I grab his hand and head to the master bedroom. It's designed in the exact way that it was designed when we first moved into the house. Yanique is with us, he's about 13 or 14 years old. We discuss the squatters and how they are in the house. I turn and I talk to Mom. She's annoyed wondering how did they get into the house. 

    Abruptly I grab a golf club and start swinging at the squatters. For some reason, I know they are teenagers. I swing the club at them as though they are bugs. I am pretty violent with them but I don't feel bad, the feeling is similar to killing a bug that is annoying me.