Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A murdered man

I was home, lying in bed reading.  Everything was normal.  Suddenly I hear shots ring out and a car peal off.  I heard my front door get bashed in.  Footsteps coming toward my bedroom. I was afraid and pulled the sheets up, I was cut off from escape.  A man staggered in.  He had rough clothes and a white sheet winding around his upper body.  There were three or four bloody holes in the sheet.  He staggered forward and pitched onto the bed.  He weighted my legs down.  I screamed in horror and ran for the front door.  Suddenly all the lights went out and I was in darkness.  All the sharpness went out of everything, and my vision was fuzzy--normal for me when I am not wearing contacts.  I was awake and standing in my living room.  My heart was pounding painfully.  I was so scared.  I crept back to my bedroom, the light was off.  I switched it on, and the bedroom was normal, no body lying across the bed.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

An apt

I was driving to my mall, there were very little parking available.  I find a spot, and have a conversation with the car in front of me about sharing the space.  We both parked, my car on top.  I went to meet my mom at an apt in mall she wanted me to see.  I had a new sister who was pregnant and my mom made arraingements for both of us to stay there until the baby was born.  I  was supposed to watch after the other girl, who I never saw.  The apt looked like the inside of a manor house, but had a wall in the bathroom with hundreds of drawers and closets, there was a huge tub and a tiny vanity.  There was no mirror.  The living room was also filled with drawers and closets. I realized there was no room for my paintings.  I went out into the hall wondering if I could use it to hang my paintings.  I wandered down the hall, there were framed drawings along the wall of strange animals.  All the drawings were ripped and the floor was covered in paper,

Saturday, November 23, 2013

I was held captive

I woke up on a couch in a huge square room.   The doors had no door knobs, and the windows were all greyed out.  There was light coming from above and I wandered around my prison. There was a locked door. There was some old furniture, a desk and a couple of easy chairs and a set of standing shelves.  I went over to the shelves and saw bundles of embroidered linens, obviously vintage. There was also a rolled up tent,and clothing.  On the second shelf there were two pairs of shoes, one pair looked like brocade court shoes.  I put them on my bare feet and then I heard noises.  I peered through the greyed glass and there was a bit that was see through.  I could see several sleeping bags rolled out.  Suddenly a thin beared face peered through.  I jerked back and pulled the curtain over.  I then went to the door window and tried to pear through it.  Below my line of sight was a dark haired head, it was a girl.  I reached over and grabbed a vintage metal hand mirror from somewhere and tried to tap on the glass to let them know I was there.  No noice, I pounded frantically at the door, but if felt solid and I heard nothing.
Next thing I know I am scuddling through a Middle Eastern marketplace in a berka.  There was only veiled women around me.  We all went into a tunnel, where someone stepped on my foot.  It was painful.  At the end of the tunnel there was a military woman who was not veiled.  She motioned up to hurry out.
Next thing I know is that I am back in American garb and I am with a large group of people dressed in military clothing and weapons.  We have to climb a wall of dirt and garbage to get to our destination. I look down and in the dirt was a human jawbone.  I try to tell someone but they hurry me on.
We are at the door of my prison.  It is knocked down, and a man hurries out of the locked door pulling on his clothes.  A girl is lying on the bed crying.