I’m having violent dreams again, although these dreams didn’t leave me with the ominous feeling that the riot dream did. Perhaps that’s because I’m not being bullied to death like I was when I had the riot dream to help compound the stress.

The dreams were quite detailed. Both took place in rural areas with Valleyhead-like schools around. Meaning that it was a giant old house and I seemed to be staying in it with several other people. Tom wasn’t in either dream.

In the first dream, I was out in front of the house with two guys and one woman who seemed to be in their early 20s. The guys started to come onto the woman and the woman didn’t appreciate it at all. Because there were two of them I decided against trying to help her by fighting the guys. Instead, I ran into the house, knowing they were about to rape her. A conservatively dressed middle-aged guy sat behind a desk in the main room that I guess was the living room or something and I told him what was happening and to call the police. He grabbed the phone and made the report. He was hanging up just as one of the attackers entered the room and eyed me suspiciously and in a way I knew was meant to scare me, but I wouldn’t let it and I held eye contact with the bastard. He then passed by me and headed up a staircase. The rape victim came in next. She was crying and I went to hug her. I then turned to the guy and said, you take care of the one outside and I’ll take care of this one. I grabbed some kind of pocketknife off the desk as the guy told me to let the police handle it and that they’d take care of doing what was best. Just as the rapist came back down the stairs I stabbed him in the stomach and said, “Oh, I don’t think the cops would do this,” nodding toward his gut.

The second dream was straight out of a slasher movie. I was in a car with some old lady driving down a country road. There were lots of thick green trees all around us. We got stuck on a dirt road which happened to be on the corner of her friend’s property. The corner of the land had a cluster of bushes while the house itself sat a couple of hundred feet or so away in a clearing.

Initially, I was in the front seat but the next thing I knew, I was in the back. The woman told me to stay put. Then she got out of the car and got something from the trunk. Next she started calling her friend’s name – Cecelia – as she approached the corner of the land. I suddenly saw someone with dark bushy hair move through the bushes before she apparently did and heard her start screaming as she was stabbed to death. I didn’t actually see her murdered in the dream, but knew that was what happened. I thought of trying to disarm the guy but simply froze instead as he slumped to the ground and started to doze off. I must’ve been sitting in the car for a while because, by the time I’d gotten up the nerve to crawl out of it and run back to the big old Valleyheadish house, it was dark. No one else was around. I scrambled toward a wall phone and called the cops. The dispatcher asked for my address but I wasn’t sure of it and didn’t have my glasses to read it from anything it may’ve been written on. “Can’t you trace this?” I asked. I woke up as the guy was telling me they were unable to get a reading on my location.

Those who know me know that within 72 hours (usually 12), bad things happen to me after I have nightmares, even if it has nothing to do with what happened in the nightmare. At least our eBay stuff is going to sell. Tom decided to list the game and keyboard since it’s meant for Xboxes, and it got a bid as soon as it was listed, starting at $20. The turquoise lot has two bids.