27 December 2004 * 14:29
So I had this nihgtmare that woke me up ate 0215 this morning. It started out like I was a preteen or teenager and we were watching TV. We being me, Jennifer, Monica, Linsey Fowler, and faceless other girls. We were watching news coverage of a war and Jennifer was saying that was where she was taking us all for her birthday...this huge hotel that was supposed to be a safe zone somewhere. Then they start showing these men battling it out and it is bloody and they start talking about the Maericans inside that were killed. I make a comment that we won't be going now. Then it changes to me and Jen and my sister and Mom and faceless others. Then we are there, like across the street. Then we are close enough that blood is being splattered on us. And they just keep killing and splattering us with blood and guts. I find a piece of a mattress I try to hold up to protect us. One of the men comes over and yells at us in his language, Arabic I think, but I hear it in English as well and he is telling me to put the mattress down. I don't though. And he is bring pieces of bodies over and slinging more stuff all over us. Finally the allow us to run. We slip and slide and I say something about me being the 1st to throw up. I can feel the warmth and gooiness of the blood as we try to pick ourselves up. My sister is pregnant in the dream and I worry about her and I am looking behind at her making sure she is making it. Then I wake up. Does this mean I watch the news too much? Is it my head telling me to back off and stay away from the news? Maybe I was too into the recent attack on the military base in Mosul. That bothers me that a suicide boomber attacked our guys as they ate. But we are asking for it by having the locals on base. You can't know who to trust. Anyway, I had to write down the dream. It's bugging me. I can't explain it away.
Stef
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