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What I don't want to do is start doing some actual work. What I do want to do is tell everybody what I can recall of my bad dream last night. After all, wisps of dreams are rarely remembered and soon
So I came into someone's house. There were a bunch of kids there, I thought four but later I found out it was six. Bunch of different ages, all siblings, presumably. Anyway, I'm there not long and I see this creepy person coming along and I know he's sinister and has it out for the kids, for some reason. I can't remember whether there was another adultish person in the house? I think maybe. So I grab this little boy, and run upstairs, and call the others to follow. I think the other adultish person was meant to bring the rest of the kids upstairs. Only they didn't and the guy came before I could go back down and make them listen to me. So I go into this room, it's at the top of the stairs, in the way that my room is at the top of the stairs this term. (Hoy! Lauren and Kendra are the only ones who've seen my room. Odd. People should visit me. Oh, well, Friday maybe.) And I grabbed a phone, and dialed the police, and told them there was a man with whatever and I hoped they had tracking because I had no idea what the number of the house was or its street. Oh! I remember! It was a suburbial area, lots of houses rising out over flat lawns, and I had been running through them. And jumped into this house where I didn't belong.
So I'm upstairs with this kid, he's somewhere between four and six, but small and skinny, and I think I hid him in the closet, and then I was at the door. Locked, I believe, but I was going to be there in case the guy came upstairs. And I wasn't that worried for myself because I knew it was the kids he wanted. But I was freaking out completely. (In my head, that is. Situations in which I actually hyperventilate or show outward signs of true spastic nature are few.) The guy seemed occupied downstairs, and so I went to peek out the window, so I'd know when the police came, and there were two people I knew walking by, I don't remember who. So I take this kid (somehow it became 1.5 stories in height, rather than 2, I guess) and lowered him out the window, to give to these two people who I called over or something, so they could run off with him and he'd be safe. And so he was safe at least which was good, but I was still waiting for the cops. At that point I reached a stage of semi-wakefulness where I told myself this wasn't really happening and pulled myself out of the dream. This happens in most bad dreams that I remember because if it didn't, I wouldn't remember them. But I do remember seeing this picture like a drawing where he had these kids, of varying heights, laid out in a kind of grid on the floor? I don't know, it was weird, I guess he was going to kill them, but I'm pretty sure he hadn't yet, because the dream would be way much worse then.
So yeah. My dream.
Just because I do remember.
So I came into someone's house. There were a bunch of kids there, I thought four but later I found out it was six. Bunch of different ages, all siblings, presumably. Anyway, I'm there not long and I see this creepy person coming along and I know he's sinister and has it out for the kids, for some reason. I can't remember whether there was another adultish person in the house? I think maybe. So I grab this little boy, and run upstairs, and call the others to follow. I think the other adultish person was meant to bring the rest of the kids upstairs. Only they didn't and the guy came before I could go back down and make them listen to me. So I go into this room, it's at the top of the stairs, in the way that my room is at the top of the stairs this term. (Hoy! Lauren and Kendra are the only ones who've seen my room. Odd. People should visit me. Oh, well, Friday maybe.) And I grabbed a phone, and dialed the police, and told them there was a man with whatever and I hoped they had tracking because I had no idea what the number of the house was or its street. Oh! I remember! It was a suburbial area, lots of houses rising out over flat lawns, and I had been running through them. And jumped into this house where I didn't belong.
So I'm upstairs with this kid, he's somewhere between four and six, but small and skinny, and I think I hid him in the closet, and then I was at the door. Locked, I believe, but I was going to be there in case the guy came upstairs. And I wasn't that worried for myself because I knew it was the kids he wanted. But I was freaking out completely. (In my head, that is. Situations in which I actually hyperventilate or show outward signs of true spastic nature are few.) The guy seemed occupied downstairs, and so I went to peek out the window, so I'd know when the police came, and there were two people I knew walking by, I don't remember who. So I take this kid (somehow it became 1.5 stories in height, rather than 2, I guess) and lowered him out the window, to give to these two people who I called over or something, so they could run off with him and he'd be safe. And so he was safe at least which was good, but I was still waiting for the cops. At that point I reached a stage of semi-wakefulness where I told myself this wasn't really happening and pulled myself out of the dream. This happens in most bad dreams that I remember because if it didn't, I wouldn't remember them. But I do remember seeing this picture like a drawing where he had these kids, of varying heights, laid out in a kind of grid on the floor? I don't know, it was weird, I guess he was going to kill them, but I'm pretty sure he hadn't yet, because the dream would be way much worse then.
So yeah. My dream.
Just because I do remember.