2004-07-23 - 9:07 p.m.
The Nightmare Is Causing Nightmares
I'm sitting at a table with several friends in this party setting. I wake up in an empty basement apartment; walls covered with paneling; weird carpet on the ground; no one else around. I'm wondering where everyone else is. I have this weird feeling of foreboding. I wait, scared, to see if anyone is going to show up. Where is everyone? Somehow, I know that the Bolesheviks are coming. I gotta get out before anyone comes. They're gonna think I killed everyone. But where are the bodies? I didn't do anything. Why am I afraid?
I run to the bathroom to change into my shorts so I can get on my bike and ride out of there. As I begin to change clothes, I hear a noise. I can't change into my shorts now. Fuck it! I'll ride in my jeans. Another noise. The bathroom door opens and this creepy, schizophrenic man from work is standing there.
"Hi," he says. "What are you doing?"
I step out of the bathroom and, to my right, one of the cleaning women from work is bent over emptying a garbage can. She either doesn't notice me or pretends not to see me.
"Where is everyone?" the schizophrenic man asks.
"I don't know," I reply.
"Wellllll," he says in his croaky voice, "may...be...I'll...call...the... police. THEY...might...want...to...
know."
He's fucking with me. He knows I'm scared, and he's doing this on purpose.
He calls the police and I run. I know there is a store where I can hide out, but I don't know which direction it's in. I'm panicking.
I wake up and I'm sweating. I'm afraid to go back to sleep. Worse, I fell asleep before 9:00 pm and it's only 12:17 am.
Won't see morning light for several hours.
Woke up at around 5:45 am [that's late]. Rode my bike today. Got out and did things. Feeling relatively fine...for now.
