The Comfort of Daylight
Its rainy out and I to need load my car up for the day. The driveway is mushy under my rain boots. I look down and see the van. “Why is that van here, I don’t recognize it” But I need to unload that van and load it into the audi. Its a good thing The Dish has the doggies, as there would be no room in the audi for all of the stuff and the dogs.
My phone rings, its the sci-fi ring that indicates its My Alien Friend calling. She wants to let me know that she has been really bogged down by life and has not been avoiding me. We talk a bit as I head down the driveway to that van to unload it. As I am entering the van…another van pulls up and parks on the other side of my drive way. Two men get out. Two tall men, they look like tree workers. They ignore me. I follow them and ask what they want. They only say to check things out. To see where they are going to park their van. What do they mean, they can’t park their van here? I follow after them. I get my key fob from the audi. I intend on going inside. Locking the door and setting the alarm…but the door won’t close properly, no matter how hard I slam it and then the taller man barges into the garage. I tell him to stop, he ignores me, he doesn’t say anything. He enters the house and heads into the downstairs guest room. I make my move. I run up the spiral stair case. I run through the house, still clutching my key fob. I have not set the alarm because the door wouldn’t shut and it won’t activate anyway. I get to the night stand…realize the Tall Man is upstairs now…Fuck…where is the gun. Its supposed to be on the night stand…where the fuck is it. I hear my self breathing heavy…I am sick still and the littlest exertion leaves me gasping for breath. The Tall Man is not saying anything…just looking around the house. I run to every spot where the gun could be but I can’t find it. My breathing is like a locomotive in my head…my heart is pounding. I hear a noise, a grumble. I feel a hand on my arm….
I open my eyes and I am out of breath. The Dish asks me if I am okay. The Tine puts his front legs up on the bed as if to say good morning. The Nug she justs sits back but alert.
‘Yes I am okay, I was having a night mare’
‘I know, I could here your breathing’
‘There was a man in the house and I couldn’t find the gun’
‘You never got your license did you?’
‘No, I never did. I should though’
November 15th, 2009 at 10:57 pm
Um, there is no way in hell I would trust myself with a gun. My husband forgot to empty the dishwasher? Bam!
I’m in jail.
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November 16th, 2009 at 7:27 am
That would definately be the down side to knowing where the gun is!
November 16th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
That is such a scary dream. I hope it is not caused by stress in real life. If it is, I am sorry and I hope the stress goes away soon. I can’t talk you out of keeping the gun, and I know I should mind my own business… I hope you do take gun practice lessons or is that part of the process in order to get a license?
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November 16th, 2009 at 9:41 pm
It may have been all the nyquil I’ve had since being sick. My husband has his license and we have both taken a safety course…although there are times that I get nervous with them around, other times they are a comfort…you know living in the woods and all!
November 17th, 2009 at 7:02 pm
Gun + Me = bad idea.
I’m terrified of them…though I know with the apocalypse looming and all, I should probably learn.
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November 17th, 2009 at 9:58 pm
I love the fact that the gun thingy is scary…but really my imagination is the worst part of it all!
November 19th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
That is a suck ass dream. You never have a gun when you need to cap someone.
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November 19th, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Exactly my thought! If we could all just remember that everything has its place
and everything in its fucking place…OKAY?!
November 19th, 2009 at 6:43 pm
Yikes!!! What a dream! You know it is a doosey when you can still remember it in that kind of detail.
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November 19th, 2009 at 7:09 pm
I was all out of breath when I woke up…and didn’t write it until later that day….imprinted on my brain!
November 20th, 2009 at 10:12 pm
Holy crap, I thought I was the only one who had such detailed, terrifying nightmares.
The other night, I had a nightmare in which some guy broke into my house, held me at gunpoint and told me to lie down in a large box. He said that he’d shoot me if I moved. Then he snuck out and left me in the box all alone, but I thought he was still there, guarding me with a gun. It was all a psychological experiment to see at which point someone would risk their life to save their life or whether that would happen at all. Would someone let themselves die of thirst to avoid being shot?
That sounds like something straight out of a Stephen King book.
I was super glad when I woke up.
November 20th, 2009 at 11:40 pm
I have had dreams where I am dreaming what I am doing at that moment…which is sleeping…so I am dreaming and in my
dream I am sleeping in my be with my husband and then something bizarre happens….like a minotaur comes in or my cat
starts talking to us….it is so bizarre. I hope you didn’t stay in that box too long!! Waking up is always the Key!
December 19th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
ok. so after previously having only only read your funny and profane posts, i found myself waiting for a punchline or for you to say “and then after fucking both of them, i…..” and when you didn’t, i seriosuly became too tense, like i was too afraid to continue reading. your description is so vivid. i had the same terrifying dream for almost 20 years. but the worst part is that in my dream i was in my bed asleep too. so when i woke up, it was hard to accept that i was only dreaming because i was still in the same place where the very bad things were happening. aren’t you glad you asked about me and my dreams?
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December 20th, 2009 at 1:32 am
I am glad. I love to hear about you’re thoughts and dreams and life, mundane or extraordinary. LOVE
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