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Was in an interior, and became quite worried when I found that the mother of my (apparently abusive) ex - and I mean ex as in it felt like a nasty ex-husband - ie, not just a brief relationshop (no husband in real life, needless to say) - was there. I became almost frantic-desperate because I knew, or assumed she'd immediately go and let him know where I was.
So I locked her into a room. I made her a captive, and hurried around frantically telling everyone else to not at all costs let her out, to make sure there wasn't another door or window she might get out of. It was as if everyone I ran into were a bit surprised and taken aback by my sudden freak-out. The mother herself wasn't acting angry, nasty or resisting, was just this nice, (possibly bemused) older, white-haired mother sitting on a chair, who through simple loyalty to her son would rat on me, I was certain.
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I was driving a car down a hill, and continously changing my outfit every so often (at the red lights, perhaps?) To my left side, stopped at the light (while I changed top and skirt), another car pulled up and two young women (one may have looked like someone from my fb friend's list) sneered in my direction, as despite my fast costume changes, they recognized who I was. Their sneering didn't seem directed at me as a person but rather communicating how unimpressed they were by my continual quick-change strategy (which hadn't worked).
So I locked her into a room. I made her a captive, and hurried around frantically telling everyone else to not at all costs let her out, to make sure there wasn't another door or window she might get out of. It was as if everyone I ran into were a bit surprised and taken aback by my sudden freak-out. The mother herself wasn't acting angry, nasty or resisting, was just this nice, (possibly bemused) older, white-haired mother sitting on a chair, who through simple loyalty to her son would rat on me, I was certain.
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I was driving a car down a hill, and continously changing my outfit every so often (at the red lights, perhaps?) To my left side, stopped at the light (while I changed top and skirt), another car pulled up and two young women (one may have looked like someone from my fb friend's list) sneered in my direction, as despite my fast costume changes, they recognized who I was. Their sneering didn't seem directed at me as a person but rather communicating how unimpressed they were by my continual quick-change strategy (which hadn't worked).