Dream Journal
I was sleeping in a bit in the morning, and B leaned over the bed to kiss me goodbye. I saw that he wasn’t wearing his uniform, and I told him that he was going to get in trouble. Even though it was his last day at work, he still needed to wear his uniform. He grinned, knowing full well that his boss couldn’t do anything about it.
After he left, I got out of bed and went into the living room. Melissa was sprawled on top of our air mattress in the middle of the floor watching television. She looked up at me when I grabbed Lacey’s leash to take her outside.
I opened the apartment door and there stood two tall teenage boys about to knock on my door. Lacey barked at them a few times and I apologized for her, but they hardly noticed. I asked if I could help them, and they said they had something to show me in the parking lot.
As we walked outside, the taller boy told me he was backing up and got a little too close to my car, and he was really sorry. I knew there was a ding, and was prepared for something really bad.
We got to the car and I looked at the front hood and couldn’t see a scratch. He pointed me to the driver’s side door, and I saw that it was so badly bent the door would not latch.
There was a lot of traffic on our little street that morning, and I looked up to see a black truck illegally pass a little white truck, then slow down in front of the white truck. The white truck got squished between the black truck and another vehicle, and then careened out of control onto our lawn to my left.
The lady in the little white truck looked determined to get where she was going, and turned on her emergency lights: she was an ambulance. She sat near the intersection waiting for people to stop so she could go (though I wasn’t sure if she was headed to the scene of an accident, or if she wanted to catch the black truck).
She stepped out of her little truck as a large red fire engine barreled down the cross street towards the intersection. She waved her arms frantically trying to get the driver to alter the fire truck’s course. The truck swerved to the left and plowed right through my neighbor’s apartment.
I panicked. Then I remembered that my neighbor had a two-bedroom apartment, and while the fire truck smashed through one of the bedrooms, maybe she or her little boy was still safe. I knew that I would go in to get whoever was still in the safe bedroom.
My eyes left the huge hole the fire truck left in the apartment building and swung over to my apartment window. I screamed Melissa’s name.
Themes: Melissa