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uggh… my bad dreams have begun to return. I haven’t had bad dreams in a while, and I used to NEVER have bad dreams, but after 9/11 my dreams took a much darker turn.

Recently I dreamt I was in a building where large chunks of it (or another building) were crashing to the pavement and sidewalks outside. After the initial fascination and shock, I realized I had to get Nick and Cyprus out of the building with me. Cyprus waited for me near an exit while I began searching for Nick. Things began to progressively get more chaotic and I kept thinking I could NOT leave Nick inside and I would keep looking! I ran back to Cyprus and told her to get outside and I would be there as soon as I found Nick. As I ran to go search for Nick, the ceiling began caving and falling in chunks and I saw out the window that Nick had already long escaped from the building, standing outside. My last thoughts were about how I was so bound to die before even thinking of leaving him, yet he was outside perfectly fine without me.

Then last night I dreamt that Cyprus, Nick, and I were in some indoor, multi-level mall, which must be the one at Columbus Circle (I have never actually been inside.) As we were riding the escalator, a bomb went off and part of the floor on one of the levels collapsed in with people screaming and falling through. The bomb didn’t have a fire explosion, just kind of a concussion explosion, but it worked. As we stood sort of shocked, I saw some guy with a brown boxcase the size of a large lunch box, toss the brown case a distance away from him as he ran down the divider between the escalators. The box exploded similarly to the first one and glass and concrete and people went flying. I then noticed there were at least two other people walking quickly with the same box-like cases. I told Cyprus and Nick to follow me; we had to get out of there. As we came down to the street level, there were men armed with machine guns and they were just beginning to nonchalantly lock and block the doors. I knew we could not stay in that building.

The guard who had just locked the door eyed me as I stood there thinking about what to do, but he apparently thought everything was under control because he walked away from the door and toward another area, leaving a bunch of us just standing and sitting around in fear. I took the chance and walked quickly to the door, swiftly, quietly unlocked it, and waved to Nick and Cyprus to come with me. Cyprus was either in shock or too tired or something and she dismissed me, waving that she was not coming. I was already half-way out the door with Nick, so I couldn’t stop. I trust Cyprus knew what she was doing, but I was very upset that she didn’t come with me. More importantly, I was worried that Nick and I were going to be shot in the back as we ran across the street. I had to push Nick along, but he wouldn’t run on his own because he was in so much shock.

We finally made it a distance away that felt safer, but as we did, we found ourselves near the base of the Manhattan or Williamsburg Bridge (or one like those) and I saw men looking up at the bridge, as if waiting for something. I knew they were waiting for some cue to detonate something that would blow the bridge. They saw us, but because we were moving quickly enough and had only glanced at them, I think they just ignored us.

Nick and I scrambled down a hill toward where we could see cabs. I knew if we could just get in a cab and stop running, we could figure something out. The first cab we came across would not pick us up, and it was a weird cab, driven by a pimp. The car was all “pimped out” with a convertible top and quite elaborate curves and wheels, etc. The driver had the top of the car pulling up and putting his windows back up as he drove away from our request to be picked up.

We then ran to a gas station where I could see even more cabs. As we ran, I saw a sheet of paper with the name CyndiL written artistically on it. The top of the C curved over and made a loop at the end, creating the d, with the letters y, n, i just added in accordingly. I noted that it was cool.

Finally Nick and I got into a cab and I felt so relieved… I don’t know what happened after that.

Hmmmm…

Troy

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