December 01, 2005

Where Someone is Shot, but Nobody Dies

The nights I wake up in the middle, before morning I remember more of my dreams. Last night I dreamt I was standing on the sidewalk, I think saying goodbye to a friend at a party, when some dark and dangerous type in a hoodie obscuring his face came up to rob us. My friend fought back and was shot in the guts. Around us other people were screaming. Some of them yelling, "Call 911!" But not calling, just screeching and clamping their hands over their ears, helpless. It was up to me to kneel down, put my fist over the bloody patch growing on his stomach and pull my phone out with the other hand. I called. I got blood all over my phone and blood all over myself and all over my friend. When the ambulance came I had to yell at them that in spite of the blood on his head and face, the only wound was in the lower ab. I lied and said I was his sister and rode in the ambulance talking carefully about how everything was going to be just fine. I either got his phone out of his pocket or got him to hand it over so I could call a real sibling. I woke up wondering if it was against the rules to make a call from a squealing ambulance.

Posted by allison at December 1, 2005 12:22 PM

Ahh, but what were you wearing?

I'm digging these dream posts. There's a little something for everybody. Violence, rescue, quite a bit of fashion, funky escalators (my favorite).....and a preponderance of parties. That can't be a bad thing.

Posted by: It freakin snowed this morning,, at December 1, 2005 03:43 PM
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