It’s official. This whole terrorist thing is starting to creep me out. George Bush has totally reached his goal of scaring the crap out of me. Not only do I have mini day dreams about what would happen if Bush remains in office –it goes a little bit like 1984–, but I also just had a dream about America being attacked by terrorists! Aaaagh! Maybe it’s a sign! Or maybe Bush is sending radio signals through the night sky making us dream about America being attacked! Everybody freak out!
My dream didn’t really have a terrorist attack in it exactly. There was definitely a spooky, scared tone to the whole thing, though. It took place with me and a few friends buying stuff and talking in a local Rite Aid store. La, la, la, la, la. Suddenly. All the lights inside the building turn off. Pitch darkness. Then they flutter back on a gain. Off again. On again. I look outside and see that the same thing is happening with the rest of the street lights. Somebody points out that according to the special lights-up-where-there-are-lights-on map on the wall, every single place in america except some remote town at about 44.33 N, 111.43 W had its power shut off. [44.33 N, 111.43 W is in the north western part of the United States. I checked on my computer's World Book Atlas.] Obviously, we were under attack.
All of us, including the people who worked at the Rite Aid dashed off to hide behind the back counter containing the one hour photo lab. We all crouched, hiding behind the counter, giggling in excitement. I think we stayed there for a few minutes, then when one of us was about to go up to the front counter to get us some candy bars, the lights went back on. –Yeah, creepy.
Maybe it is a sign that there’s going to be some huge terrorist attack pretty soon! I mean, before major disastrous events in my life, I’ve had weird dreams. I think they usually occur like two weeks before the event happens…. So watch out! Aaaaagggghhhh! (Yeah, I’m paranoid.)

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Things like that have happened to me before, but the one I remember most happened to my sister. The night when my neighbor died years ago, she had a dream about him. He was really happy, fixing his roof and moving around. He hadn’t been able to do that for a while. He also said something about how things were much better now. She stayed asleep the entire night, but I woke up to see flashing ambulence lights next door, only to find out in the morning that he had died.
He used to say we were full of beans. Green beans. And pork.