9/11 nightmare
November 13, 2003 1:41 p.m.

It started where I guess I was waiting somewhere to meet Jeff and when he arrived we went into this seminar...which I think turned out to be a Self Defense lecture. so we were talking and at one point I realized that I was Jeff I was sitting with but a really nice Black man who reminded me of my friend JR from my freshman year.

so at one point the lecture ended and I left the room and went upstairs. The staircase was wide and open and had brass railings. I was like a combination of Mall and Hotel (somewhat like the theater Angelina Jolie went to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre in Playing by Heart). At the top of the stairs I actually did run it to Jeff, and he looked awful. He looked completely strung out. He had grown his hair out and bleached it...but his roots were showing and the ends were fried. He had his hair tied up in a stubby pony tail on the top of his head. When I saw him he tried to talk to me like nothing had happened but…since he seemed so cracked out I just tired to ignore him and proceeded on into the restroom.

The restroom was really fancy. It had walls for each of the stalls, but the doors didn’t go all the way to the floor or ceiling, somewhat resembled a fitting room. I went in and sat down to use. ….Then I look up and I see Jeff over the top, it seems he followed me into the restroom, but before he found me (I see this in the space of the top of the door) he noticed this other girl. He moves in to kiss her (she moves in as well). Then leaned in close he grabs her arm hard and whispers in her ear, “You are such a SLUT!” and then flung her hard across the little amount of space against the wall.

I think I might have ran out of there, and at some pointed ended up in a fancy office board room with my Mom and while we were there looking out the window. A total 9/11 happened. We looked out and saw a plane fly in and plow in the building just a few floors beneath us (we should have been dead but we weren’t) my mom started panicking, making 9/11 analogies and looking out the window stating the people were starting to jump. This when I turned to her and yell something like, “Snap out of it! We have to try and get out!”. So we ran to a near by stair well and started running down with everyone else. At some point on a floor that was an elderly woman in front of me moving really slow. So I took her by the hand and started leading her out faster. At some point I asked if she was being able to keep up with me she said no…so then I asked her to climb on my back and wrap her legs around my waist. When she did this she grew surprisingly light and I was able to make it down all the stairs and out safely.

When I got down the stairs I went to set the woman down and noticed that the woman had transformed into a small kitten. She hissed at me and I promptly set here down.

Then after that a woman says to me, “What are you going to do now?” …I think I said that I would go home. And the she says “No, I mean what are you going to do now that you have survived this?” Meaning what about my life was I going to change to make myself a better person…or to help others or something. I think I might have said something….I think maybe it was that I was going to and call Jeff. And then the woman scolded me for have such an idea and that he wasn’t worth it or something, and that’s when I woke up.