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nightmares...
Sep. 29th, 2001 12:52 pm
i had a really strange nightmare last night/this morning. because it was around 11 am when i had it so technically it was this morning..but anywho...
i'm in american lit with dr. saar and we're all waiting for her to show up and she doesn't, so everyone is just sitting around and talking. the room doesn't look anything like what our classroom was but instead like an attic classroom in the main building with the slanty ceilings and the old windows that don't open. there's a siren and gunshots and someone comes into our classroom looking harried. we all stare at him in surprise and he tells us everything is fine and not to worry. so we don;t and go back to talking and laughing about shit. then the building alarms go off and he comes running back and shouts that everyone needs to get out and the west and north entrances are under fire so we can't go out that way. basically a stampede starts and i remember having to run back to get my shoes which were off for some reason. we run down the steps and get out the south entrance. i remember thinking over and over again that i'm okay because i have my car and i can get away. as i'm running across a field, since drexel now looks vaguely like the main building at rowan now, i hear screaming and look up and there's a plane flying low and seeming to angle into the ground. everyone is screaming around me and running all over the place. i just keep thinking about my car and if i can get it started i can get out of here and be safe. but the plane angles up again and disappears. peopel are still screaming because someone is still firing at people and people are dying all around me. i get my car, which for some reason has turned into a scooter, and start to run, carrying it. i run into a girl from high school, jaime hann, and ask her if she needs a ride out of here and she does. we run with the scooter/car because neither of us can get in it and go around a corner and run into more people. we ask if they know who is dead and they say yes, listing people. i remember them saying that marilyn manson is dead which makes me start to cry and then jaime grabs my arm and pulls me around the corner, saying the shooter is coming this way. someone shoves binoculars into my hands as we crouch in the bushes, since everything is vaguely like my high school now, and i stare at the enterance where he had been and see joey huddled over a body and crying. chris is with him and suddenly i remember hearing about how a young woman and her baby had been shot coming out of the doors and i realize it's kelly and brianna.
and then i forced myself awake. so yeah. not a good dream. i got out of bed and kind of stumbled downstairs, still tasting smoke and gunpowder in my mouth. so i kind of had a puppish dream but in the bad way. i don't want that one again...
i'm in american lit with dr. saar and we're all waiting for her to show up and she doesn't, so everyone is just sitting around and talking. the room doesn't look anything like what our classroom was but instead like an attic classroom in the main building with the slanty ceilings and the old windows that don't open. there's a siren and gunshots and someone comes into our classroom looking harried. we all stare at him in surprise and he tells us everything is fine and not to worry. so we don;t and go back to talking and laughing about shit. then the building alarms go off and he comes running back and shouts that everyone needs to get out and the west and north entrances are under fire so we can't go out that way. basically a stampede starts and i remember having to run back to get my shoes which were off for some reason. we run down the steps and get out the south entrance. i remember thinking over and over again that i'm okay because i have my car and i can get away. as i'm running across a field, since drexel now looks vaguely like the main building at rowan now, i hear screaming and look up and there's a plane flying low and seeming to angle into the ground. everyone is screaming around me and running all over the place. i just keep thinking about my car and if i can get it started i can get out of here and be safe. but the plane angles up again and disappears. peopel are still screaming because someone is still firing at people and people are dying all around me. i get my car, which for some reason has turned into a scooter, and start to run, carrying it. i run into a girl from high school, jaime hann, and ask her if she needs a ride out of here and she does. we run with the scooter/car because neither of us can get in it and go around a corner and run into more people. we ask if they know who is dead and they say yes, listing people. i remember them saying that marilyn manson is dead which makes me start to cry and then jaime grabs my arm and pulls me around the corner, saying the shooter is coming this way. someone shoves binoculars into my hands as we crouch in the bushes, since everything is vaguely like my high school now, and i stare at the enterance where he had been and see joey huddled over a body and crying. chris is with him and suddenly i remember hearing about how a young woman and her baby had been shot coming out of the doors and i realize it's kelly and brianna.
and then i forced myself awake. so yeah. not a good dream. i got out of bed and kind of stumbled downstairs, still tasting smoke and gunpowder in my mouth. so i kind of had a puppish dream but in the bad way. i don't want that one again...
