escape
i had to cross through the patch of woods behind the house, it was my turn to make sure the trail was clear,
then again it was always my turn, but it was a fun task anyways.
back in my little house of gold river, i came up and around the hill, looking through the sparse trees to the woods,
over my shoulder i could make out the wooden fence i built with my step-dad, ahead i could see cars slide past
on the quiet two way road down across the bridge. I curved around the length of the trail back to my house, the wide path
was covered in fresh vehicle tracks, strange because you cant take cars all the way through, without crashing
into the edies house anyways.
there was a twinge of horror at the amassment of about 60 people, a dozen or so vehicles lined along the back of our fence,
music playing on a stereo system, as people of all ages got high along the spine of my property. i hefted myself up the
fence and walked along the top, yelling at them to go away, "go away" i said "or i'll call the police". scoffs and laughs,
i watched a child, maybe 1-1 1/2 years old chew on a plastic ring, sitting upon the ground amind the legs of people
passing piles of white powder around on spoons. I wondered what mother could do that to her child, but i wondered more
what i would do to get them away from my house.
Hopping down back into my yard i ran across the grass wondering how a thin climable wooden fence built by a small family could
keep out the horde of them, i wondered where they all came from. up the back steps i skipped 2 by 2, to the sliding glass
door, pounding and yelling for mother to let me in. crying for her to call the police, but she'd get fred to do that
since he was a retired officer, it would be better that way. either way i didn't much care, we couldn't let them just
hang out back there, they all looked so awful.
in the front yard on a ride-mower, funny because our yard wasn't that big, fred said he didn't have the time to make the phonecall,
as i watched out my 2nd story bedroom window, the horde continued the degredation of their own humanity. and then through the trees
i could see the flashing lights, and the uniformed men and women breaking through the trees. People streamed around our property
like fast moving water around a stone, an island unto itself, as i ran out to the front to see the chaos unfold.
into our culdesac they were chased, with a queasy turn in my stomach i watched as the houses around turned into bleachers, all the
people living around sat in them watching as officers tried to catch the panicing convicted, using paper towel because they didn't
want to get their hands dirty. somewhere in the mess the officers disappeared and regular old neighborhood people stood in the
round field of our street, surrounded by stands of onlookers. They held revolvers up at the people they lived with
in this quiet little town, a nervous stand off. I ran between people, as an older woman cocked her weapon, pointing it at a girl,
maybe 12, in a mini skirt and a bikini top. Tears smeared the makeup upon the childs face, but she wouldn't back down.
that first shot went off, the girl stumbled backwards. A ragged hole in her arm that didn't bleed. She blinked dully and sat on
on the ground.
"nonono" i shouted at the woman, "how is killing them saving them, we can't kill them to save them" i cried.
but the chaos broke loose all around and i was left to wonder where it all went so horribly wrong.
I woke up crying, and rather confused. I'm still rather confused. A strange dream, nightmare, alarmed me.
I could only take guesses at what it means to me. Maybe it will mean something to some of you.
then again it was always my turn, but it was a fun task anyways.
back in my little house of gold river, i came up and around the hill, looking through the sparse trees to the woods,
over my shoulder i could make out the wooden fence i built with my step-dad, ahead i could see cars slide past
on the quiet two way road down across the bridge. I curved around the length of the trail back to my house, the wide path
was covered in fresh vehicle tracks, strange because you cant take cars all the way through, without crashing
into the edies house anyways.
there was a twinge of horror at the amassment of about 60 people, a dozen or so vehicles lined along the back of our fence,
music playing on a stereo system, as people of all ages got high along the spine of my property. i hefted myself up the
fence and walked along the top, yelling at them to go away, "go away" i said "or i'll call the police". scoffs and laughs,
i watched a child, maybe 1-1 1/2 years old chew on a plastic ring, sitting upon the ground amind the legs of people
passing piles of white powder around on spoons. I wondered what mother could do that to her child, but i wondered more
what i would do to get them away from my house.
Hopping down back into my yard i ran across the grass wondering how a thin climable wooden fence built by a small family could
keep out the horde of them, i wondered where they all came from. up the back steps i skipped 2 by 2, to the sliding glass
door, pounding and yelling for mother to let me in. crying for her to call the police, but she'd get fred to do that
since he was a retired officer, it would be better that way. either way i didn't much care, we couldn't let them just
hang out back there, they all looked so awful.
in the front yard on a ride-mower, funny because our yard wasn't that big, fred said he didn't have the time to make the phonecall,
as i watched out my 2nd story bedroom window, the horde continued the degredation of their own humanity. and then through the trees
i could see the flashing lights, and the uniformed men and women breaking through the trees. People streamed around our property
like fast moving water around a stone, an island unto itself, as i ran out to the front to see the chaos unfold.
into our culdesac they were chased, with a queasy turn in my stomach i watched as the houses around turned into bleachers, all the
people living around sat in them watching as officers tried to catch the panicing convicted, using paper towel because they didn't
want to get their hands dirty. somewhere in the mess the officers disappeared and regular old neighborhood people stood in the
round field of our street, surrounded by stands of onlookers. They held revolvers up at the people they lived with
in this quiet little town, a nervous stand off. I ran between people, as an older woman cocked her weapon, pointing it at a girl,
maybe 12, in a mini skirt and a bikini top. Tears smeared the makeup upon the childs face, but she wouldn't back down.
that first shot went off, the girl stumbled backwards. A ragged hole in her arm that didn't bleed. She blinked dully and sat on
on the ground.
"nonono" i shouted at the woman, "how is killing them saving them, we can't kill them to save them" i cried.
but the chaos broke loose all around and i was left to wonder where it all went so horribly wrong.
I woke up crying, and rather confused. I'm still rather confused. A strange dream, nightmare, alarmed me.
I could only take guesses at what it means to me. Maybe it will mean something to some of you.