The dream begins with me in my apartment… The door is open and Donald Sutherland is standing in the doorway. In the dream, I know he is there to torture and kill me… I can see flashes of meat hooks and cutting implements… He is smiling, very congenial… We are talking and I am trying to stay calm so I don’t give away that I know he is there to hurt me. He has an accomplice in the hallway, a younger man with longish shaggy hair and sparse facial hair. He has a bunch of tools spread out on the floor in the hall. DS tells me that there is some work that needs to be done on the house, but I know that those are their torture tools, the things they will use to hurt me.

 

DS is still standing in the doorway, talking to me. He is all smiles and friendly, but it’s all a lie. I try my damnedest to appear calm… I’m trying to figure a way out… There are flashes of me trying to open the window in the bathroom, but I can’t get it open… Back in the living room, I am looking at my couch… I have some green apples and some other kind of fruit/gourd loosely lined up on the cushions. I think about throwing the fruit at DS, but then I think better of it.

 

DS leaves after a while and goes into the apartment directly across the hall from me. His accomplice is still working with the tools in the hallway. I decide to casually work my way to the front door, then make a break for it… I walk out into the hallway… as I walk past DS’s accomplice, his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. I assure him I’m just going to look out the window in the door… he lets go and I walk up to the door. I pause to look outside… Then I fling the door open and run like mad… I’m running northward down the street when I wake up…

 

(When I woke up this first time, I was in a panic. My heart was pounding and I was sweating. I was really confused because I woke up in the same place I just tried to escape… Only I was really there. It took me a few to grasp that I wasn’t still in the dream… I got up, drank some water, and then tried to go back to sleep… When I finally fell back asleep…)

 

…I’m back in the house. It is evening and I am alone in my apartment. I am naked. Night falls and I try to think of how to escape. DS and his accomplice are living in the apartment across the hall from me. I sneak out of my apartment and into the apartment next door. Normally, there is an elderly woman who lives in it, but that night, she’s not there. The television is on and the room is filled with a soft grey light…the dream shifts a little and the elderly lady is there. I’m trying to tell her what is happening and she’s not sure if she can believe me. I am in a panic as I’m trying to convince her to let me hide in her place… as I’m shaking and spitting out explanations and pleading, I wake up…

 

(When I woke up I was in a panic again, heart pounding, etc… Same disoriented feeling… I stayed in bed and tried to get back to sleep… )

 

…I’m in the elderly lady’s apartment. The television is on, but we’re not watching it. I’m looking at little knick-knacks on her dresser… I hear the men in the hall and start to panic again… The elder lady understands now and we are both frightened… I wake up again…

 

(Once again, I woke up with a start. The door to my bedroom looked like it was hiding the shadow of DS and I had to shake off that feeling of dread. I was almost back to sleep when something in one of my bedroom windows expanded or contracted and made a loud springy noise, making me start awake again… After a while, I was back in sleep…)

 

… back in the elderly lady’s apartment… The television is still on, but we are huddled together on the fold-out couch in her living room… The door is to our left… The elderly lady has fallen asleep… I look over at the door and see that it is opening, very slowly… I look at the space forming between the edge of the door and the frame by the hinges… I can see DS’s accomplice’s eyes, looking right at me… At this point I am terrified, but I am angry… I push on the door to try to keep it closed and stare straight into his eyes… I yell… something… I’m not sure of the words, but whatever they are I am yelling them with all of my strength… My voice is multi-layered and full of gravel… as I’m yelling, I wake up again…

 

(At this point, I am extremely tired and fed-up… try to get back to sleep again…)

 

…the dream has shifted and I am in front of the house of my childhood. DS and the other guy are there. They have my boyfriend, too… We both try to escape, but only I make it… I run to an old car that is parked and running in the driveway (I can only assume that this was our “getaway car”)… I back the car out and face the entryway. DS and the guy are standing on the front porch, holding my boyfriend prisoner… I decide that the only way I can get him away from them is to ram the car into the house… I hit the gas and speed towards the house… and wake up again…

 

(This is the last time that I woke up before waking up to my alarm. I have no idea how everything ended… I vaguely remember my boyfriend and I running away, but it’s pretty cloudy…)

 

I feel very, very tired today…