USS Clueless: Earth to Timi

In part of the dream, I ended up in Atlanta. That's where I met up with Ranada & Carla. They tried to hide me within their Delta sect. It was actually a big sorority house filled with the kind of chicks that I really don't care too much for. It's interesting that I dreamed Ranada to be a Delta & she's really an AKA. LOL. That's funny. Anyway...They hid me in this sorority house. I was offered membership, but I refused. I refused because my mother was a delta, and I knew that word would get back to her that I was a new member.

Living in the Delta house was all fine & dandy, until one pledge snitched. She was a such a loser. She called my brother, who then in turn informed my parents. I was forced to go back home because my folks cut off my money supply. So, I had no means of feeding or supporting myself. When I arrived home, my mother hugged me & kissed me. She told me that she only wanted whats best for me and that I've been making poor decisions for my life. For a moment, I actually believed that she really did want what was best for me.

I mean, mom knows best right? I have made some super poor decisions in my lifetime. I am the one who's so indecisive about what I want to do with my life. Maybe she had a point. NOT! After she gassed my head up, she & my father informed me that I was to a marry a young man. Yes. They had pre-arranged a marriage for me. I didn't know much about this guy. I just knew that his parents were rich, and they were trying to get in on my family's fortune. The guy didn't seem to have a problem with the marriage. I had HUGE issues with the marriage. I wasn't going to be forced into a marriage with a stranger.

I argued with my parents over & over again. I said, "I'm 25. You can't do this to me. I'm an adult. I live my life for me." They didn't care. I was crying. I accussed my father of prostituting me. I said, "How can you force me to sleep with a man that I don't love?" My father kept telling me that it was for my own good. He wasn't doing it to hurt me. He was doing it because he loved me. WHAT KIND OF CRAP IS THAT?

When I realized that my back was to the wall, I did what I felt was best for me. One day, I went out & I befriend a chinese guy. I recognized him as being the guy who always delivers chinese food to my job (in real life). He & I went out to dinner, and that evening we slept together. I deliberately got pregnant. When I told my parents, they flipped. My mother told me that I had to give the baby up for adoption. My father threatened to kill Wan (the chinese guy). I began to think about adoption.

A young lady that I work with offered to take the child. I began to consider giving her my baby. Then I thought, I have to work with her. I'd be forced to see pictures of MY child on her desk everyday. I can't do that. She convinced me that if I allowed her to have the child, then it wouldn't be a problem. I told her that I'd consider it. Wan wanted no parts of that though. He wanted us to keep the child.

I finally delivered the child. I had a boy. He was the most beautiful child that I've ever seen. I just held him. I refused to let my parents see him because I feared for what they might do to him. My mother made her way to see me. When she saw my son, she said, "OMG. He's beautiful." She picked him up and said, "Hi Nate." I gave her a strange look. I was like why did you call him that. She said, "You wanted to name him Evan Nathaniel, so I've decided to call him Nate."

She was a proud grandma that day. She apologized for attempting to ruin my life. She blamed it all on my father. Go figure. I knew that she was culprit, but I didn't fight with her. I had my child to worry about. My mother held a big baby shower for me. She invited all of my ex-boyfriends and some of the guys that I used to talk to. They all seemed irrelevant to me now that I'd become a mother. All the ex's stood in line to hold my baby. Each one stating how happy they were for me. The last guy in line to hold my child was the guy that my parents had arranged for me to marry.

He picked up Evan. I said, "Be careful." He said, "I know how to handle a baby. I'd never hurt him." I smiled at him. He held the baby for a long time. I asked to have my child back. He handed him back to me. He then said, "I'm going to enjoy raising my stepson as my own." Then he started laughing and the rest of the men in the room joined him. I asked for Wan, and my father said, "He's on a plane back to Beijing." They all began laughing again...this time in sinc. I grabbed my baby shouting, "You can't do this to me. I have to live for my child."

And then I woke up. I really need to stop eating Poly-O String Cheese prior to going to bed.