Enough to give me one last REM cycle.
I don't know if I knew that I was dreaming, but I think I suspected it.
I was at my Parent's house in the country with friends.
My parents weren't there.
My friends and I were having a day in the country with at my parent's place.
It was a fun and celebratory atmosphere. We were excited about an
"event" that was going to take place that night. A part of the event
was that all of the utility services were going to be out that night.
So my friends and I had been planning on camping at my parent's that
night. It would be adventurous in the dark, quiet house.
However, in talking with everyone, I discovered that one of my friends
that was there, had been talking to some vampires the night before,
and had off-handedly mentioned our outing to my parent's house.
I became alarmed in my mind. I very soon started talking about how we
really shouldn't stay there on that night. The way I mentioned it made
everyone confused. They didn't understand why. I was forced to admit
to them that I was afraid because so-and-so had mentioned to the
vampire that we would be there.
The vampires knew where we would be, and the power would be out.
I was alarmed.
Everyone disagreed with me, but I was sure I was right.
We talked about this for a while. The vibe I got from everyone was
sort of, "Oh, He's Silly." "What is he talking about?"
But I was absolutely sure that there was nothing to save us from the
vampires that night.
Everyone continued to have fun. But not me, I was imagining how
everything would be changed after dark. Fear was creeping into me.
I couldn't think of what to do. I was pacing the house and discovered
that the front door was wide open. I went outside into the daylight
and found that my parent's dogs were out in the yard.
I walked outside, and one of the dogs came up from behind me and
nipped me on the hand. It hurt, I was angry. As the dog came past me
from behind, it turned and we looked at each other and it's eyes were
worried and it clicked it's teeth again. I then turned around to the
where the dog had come from and I saw a giant brown Kodiak bear come
bounding from around the corner. I saw that all of it's fur hide was
rippling with the force of every leap that it took. It was coming
towards me.
I ran to the door and slammed it shut with my body against it just as
the bear's head came slamming it open again, but I was able to hold
it, but couldn't get it shut far enough to latch.
I don't remember that the bear was growling, or that I felt it's
breath, but I was terrified.
I kept pushing the door against it as hard as I could and almost got
the latch to go in all the way. But every time I thought it had
latched the bear would push it open again.
I reached up and was trying the deadbolt, but the deadbolt wouldn't go
in all the way either.
Then, in the continuing struggle with the bear, I discovered that the
door was coming off of the hinges. The door was completely failing
against the weight of the bear.
I decided to try to lock the screen door. I thought this would help,
but had my doubts. I swung the door open and blew on the bear. I blew
in it's face and this startled it, (I imagined from the smell of
humans, that I knew was bad).
I saw that against my hopes, the screen door was mangled and wouldn't
protect anything. But the bear had now turned it's attention towards
battling a wolf that had appeared.
I slammed the failing door and latched it finally, and turned and ran
into the house to warn my friends, but everyone was gone.
I came back to the entrance way where I had struggled with the bear,
and found that both of the doors were gone, and the bear had
apparently entered my mom's room by breaking a hole through the wall.
I looked and saw a trail of destruction inside the house where the
bear had entered.
I stepped outside through the destroyed entrance way and saw the dead wolf.
Other than the dead wolf, the outside was deserted. The sun was
setting, I looked at the horizon and decided to start running.
Then I woke up. My heart was beating. I was disoriented even though it
took me less than a second, probably, to remember that I was in
Washington DC, in my house, in my room, and that it was a work
morning.
To realize these things was such a sweet relief.
I opened my eyes and sighed.
It was five minutes before my alarm would go off.
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