Wednesday, March 16, 2005

I had a horrible dream last night that only got worse when I woke up.

I dreamt that I was alone in the house with my daughter and I was trying to pack things in a panic because I knew it wasn’t safe. I looked outside and saw a police car fly by and that even made me more afraid. I could hear them going into my neighbors apartments, I heard screams; I knew that my neighbor was hurt, or dead. I was packing frantically when I heard tapping on my back door. I could tell there were people all over the neighborhood. I told my daughter to hide under the bed, and I grabbed the phone. Then I heard the person climbing up to look through the windows. I was in a full panic now. Then I heard knocking on the front door.
In my dream, the door had a small window on it. I see a man looking through the window at me with dirty blond hair and crazy eyes. I think he had some sort of facial hair. Anyhow, he says. “I can seeeee you.”
I call the police, the call is intercepted, “No one is going to help you now!” and I hear laughter on the other end of the phone.
I start thinking, “This guy might be a cop, no one is going to help!”
The guy shows me his gun through the window and starts laughing again. I wake up, completely freaked out a few minutes after 5AM.
I lay there for a long time with my heart pounding in my chest. I get out of bed, to start my day and see through the window that the block has police tape all around it and there are cop cars everywhere.
A guy across the street was stabbed in the neck this morning. They have arrested a “person of interest” but no one has been charged yet.

I had one of those moments where I had to check to make sure I was actually awake or if it was just a continuation of my horrible dream.



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