OK - the last two nights I have had wake-me-up-screaming-and-crying nightmares. (This is not a terribly uncommon thing in my life. I actually sought help from a counselor in 2001 because my nightmares were so bad.) But I am a bit disconcerted with these ones, so I thought it would fun to have all of you, my faithful grenzophiles, psychoanalyze me.
Thursday Night - I was working at Family Christian Store with three of my coworkers, all ladies. There was a lady (hispanic) who would not leave the store when it was closing time. She stayed and stayed and stayed, even though we told her that we were closed and she could have to leave. I got so frustrated that I went to the back and took a nap. An hour later, I woke up and she was still in the store. Finally, she said she would leave. She did, but she came back with her son (?) and a group of young people. Somebody started shooting at us in the store. I called 911, after having to remind myself that the number to call was not 344. By the time the cops came, the shooters were gone, and I woke up very, very shaken and gasping for breath.
Friday Night - I was on a massive ship. (I think it looked like the Titanic because I had just watched a couple of minutes of a show on the Titanic before going to bed.) The captain of the ship was a crazy man who always carried a gun and a knife. He ruled the ship as his own kingdom. I remember wandering and heading up on deck and into his domain. I was surrounded by corpses, newly killed people who had been shot and stabbed. Some of them I thought I knew, but I didn't recognize anyone in particular. They were all younger. I knew then that I needed to get off the boat. For some reason, he was sailing near our house. So, when I thought he was close enough, I dove off this massive ship. The water was freezing and I had a hard time getting back to the surface, but when I did, I swam for shore. I remember the crazy captain yelling at me from the boat, about how he would get me. I felt guilty for leaving other people on the boat, but I had to get off. When I got to shore, I found this very long ladder. I started climbing it, and it took me to my house. Vanessa and the kids were waiting for me, and we went to see a movie. Then I woke up, freaking out about the dead people on the boat.