A Nightmare
I'm standing in a field near Saskatoon with a bunch of other people. Probably over a hundred.
I run into a high-school friend of mine, Amber, and ask her which parent she is with -- her mom. This is significant, b/c while it isn't spoken, it means her dad is either missing or dead. Because we are apparently living under Stalin, but it's still 2007, and it's still Saskatoon.
Then I go home. I find a note outside the apartment that reads "You're lucky you and your boyfriend weren't home, but don't worry, we took care of your neighbours."
For a brief moment, I thank God Doug had school or wasn't there. Then I run inside, and see Anne's cat, Blue, wandering around the common area. Everything seems normal.
Then I see Anne. She's doing laundry, standing over the washing machine.
Except when I go to say 'hi' and tap her, she falls over backwards b/c she is dead.
What a fucking awful dream. I feel sick to my stomach today.
I run into a high-school friend of mine, Amber, and ask her which parent she is with -- her mom. This is significant, b/c while it isn't spoken, it means her dad is either missing or dead. Because we are apparently living under Stalin, but it's still 2007, and it's still Saskatoon.
Then I go home. I find a note outside the apartment that reads "You're lucky you and your boyfriend weren't home, but don't worry, we took care of your neighbours."
For a brief moment, I thank God Doug had school or wasn't there. Then I run inside, and see Anne's cat, Blue, wandering around the common area. Everything seems normal.
Then I see Anne. She's doing laundry, standing over the washing machine.
Except when I go to say 'hi' and tap her, she falls over backwards b/c she is dead.
What a fucking awful dream. I feel sick to my stomach today.