Monday, October 16, 2006

clumsy chopping

A bottle of wine and a few games of pool later, the new guy dropped me at home and I went upstairs to get ready for bed.

As I tried to get myself into a comfortable position in bed there was that familiar feeling. It's hard to explain...kind of like a subtle scratching in the walls, you aren't sure you even hear. My sleep had been so good lately I'd almost forgot there had ever been a problem and so at first, I was happy to pretend it was my imagination.

I looked at the clock for the last time at about 3:30 am. I got out of bed again, only this time I took an ativan even though I knew it might make getting up for work in the morning harder.

I must have fallen asleep soon after. I dreamt that an unlikely pair, a mother and her teenage daughter, came knocking at my apartment door. Through the safety chain I could see they each held an axe. They clumsily tried to chop at me through the crack in the door. They must have broken the chain, because the next thing I knew I was in the hallway with them. I managed to take the older woman's axe from her and threatened that if they didn't leave I would use it. They were determined to kill me and so I had no choice but to chop them each with the axe, again and again. With each swing I would tell them to leave. Finally, bloody and injured, the mother turned to the daughter and said:

"Fine then, let's go."

I got back into my apartment and it hit me how narrowly I had escaped being murdered. What if they come back? I ran to the phone to call 911. It took several attempts to dial out (as it does everytime I call 911 in my dreams). It started to ring and then I was on hold - FOREVER. The battery of the cordless phone was wearing out so I got my cell phone from my purse. I figured I'd dial this one too so I'd have a better chance of getting through, but I kept getting a system busy signal. The other phone died and I went to check the plug on the charger. It was a huge extenson plugged with hundreds of outlets and they all started to come out leaving me scrambling to try and fit them back in like a puzzle.

The alarm went off and I pressed snooze. The next ten minutes was the only good sleep I had all night.


Lx said...

well, fuck least they didn't scream "HEEEERE'S JOHNNY" as they chopped down the door.

it's good.
you have clear cut dreams, when it comes to analyzing them.

i'm still struggling with orbital superstrings and nutrinos forming patterns which vibrate in 6 dimensions.

i should have studied physics, for shit's sake.

Rachel said...

Shit! Superstrings? I don't know what that means. I know, know. Google it.

Well Sigmund, I did and I still don't know. I don't think it's in my cards to know.