Archive for January, 2009

Will you be my Goliath?

Scary, violent dream last night. I never got to see the end of it. My mind wouldn’t let it continue when it started getting really frightening. When I woke up, I literally didn’t want to move; I was that freaked out. I think I must have been sleep talking (possibly yelling; my parents claim to have heard me) because my throat was hurting. Here’s a replay:

Someone is after me, trying to kill me. He’s stalking me and leaving all these macabre reminders around my house, like the knife that my parents were killed with, still with blood on it (getting to that later). I never touch the items he leaves, and I have a careful record for the police of everything that happens. I live alone in a really big stone house in a cul-de-sac. My neighbors are always looking out for me.

So I’m in the front yard and talking to my neighbors when one notices that the knife in my yard has been moved. I realize it was him, and that he’s been on my property in the last couple hours. Naturally that scares the crud out of me. Two of my friends (a guy around my age, muscled and tall with features I can’t remember anymore and a tall skinny guy) offer to help. The house has a huge security fence that can only be operated from inside the systems perimiter, so we close it and go inside.

We go upstairs and start talking. I tell him the story of my parents that happened 2 years before this. Apparently we once had a friend and employee of my dad that lived with us. It was graduation and my parents never showed up to the ceremony. I went home angry and found them both dead in my Dad’s office. The friend had snapped and killed my parents. Apparently I had helped figure it out and I had forgiven him.

After I tell the story we decide to leave and go someplace I won’t be looked for. The muscley guy made a comic book reference to some villian that was like my stalker-guy. I asked him who could defeat that villian and he referenced a superhero. I asked him if he’d be my superhero and took his hand. It was such a sweet moment! So we’re walking to the door and I open it and realize immediately what’s wrong. The fence is open. We had left it closed and it could only be opened from the inside. The stalker had been inside the fence the whole time.

So I slam the door and run from it. I yell for he skinny guy to lock it and he does. So me and buff guy are running to the phone to call the police. I pick up the phone and put it up to my ear but somehow it’s already on. Stalker had come in the house when I was upstairs and called his cell phone from my phone so they were connected. I put the phone to my ear and immediately hear his breathing and I feel like I can’t breathe.  On the phone he says in one of those deep creepy voices: You can either live in fear and endanger your friends… or you can come out and die…

And then I woke up. I really couldn’t move, even though I was in an uncomfortable spot. My throat hurt and more than anything I wouldn’t let myself get anywhere near sleep for fear I’d go back into the dream. Even going over it now in writing is a little freaky. Why are my dreams so disturbing lately?

Maybe I’ll just not sleep?


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Random thoughts

My knee is doing so much better. I’m only in physical therapy once a week now! The scar is ugly, but I suppose that’s a small price to pay for a working knee. I’m still adjusting to having my brace off and being able to walk. In a few week I might be able to actually work out!

I should have gone to the higher education rally in salt Lake. It starts in 10 minutes. I hadtime to get ready and go this morning, but I haven’t been sleeping well and my knee hurts. Lame excuses, I know, and I feel bad about them but not bad enough to translate into action. Hopefully the rally goes well. Unfortunately even if it does go well, scholarships at USU will be nil next year. Maybe I’ll have to reconsider a few things.


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