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I'm making no effort to embellish these dreams or force them into a cohesive narrative. This is all that I remember.
1.
My sister and I were in the kitchen at our childhood home. Suddenly, I noticed that the father of one of the neighborhood kids, Don, was slowly walking towards us from our living room.
"Hi, Don," I said.
He said nothing. His face was blank. He pulled out a putty knife and threw it at me, grunting.
I jumped away from the putty knife, losing my balance and falling to the floor. By the time I looked back up, he had grabbed a steak knife and was struggling with my sister against a chair by the kitchen table, about to stab her in the eye.
I popped up, grabbing his wrist and wresting the knife out of his hands.
Two days later, I walked by the sliding glass door in the family room and saw that we had a doberman in the back yard.
2.
Again, I was in my childhood home -- this time in my sister's room.
I was helping her out with something when one of her sliding closet doors moved to the left, then the right.
"Who is that?" I asked. I didn't think my sister was in the room, which was confirmed when I heard her voice from another room behind me.
The door slid again, very deliberately, to the left and then back to the right.
I began to back out of the room, not yet panicked. "Who is doing that?" I demanded.
A young girl stepped out of the closet and began walking towards me. Her style of dress seemed hundreds of years out of date...she was wearing a yellowish cotton dress and her black hair was in pigtails. "I am a million, billion years old," she stated, half-smiling, and her eyes never left me as she continued to walk forward.
I continued to back out of the room, frantic, feeling behind me for the doorknob. As it seemed she would reach me, I shut the door and jammed my thumbnail into a groove on the doorknob, twisting it and engaging the lock from the outside.
1.
My sister and I were in the kitchen at our childhood home. Suddenly, I noticed that the father of one of the neighborhood kids, Don, was slowly walking towards us from our living room.
"Hi, Don," I said.
He said nothing. His face was blank. He pulled out a putty knife and threw it at me, grunting.
I jumped away from the putty knife, losing my balance and falling to the floor. By the time I looked back up, he had grabbed a steak knife and was struggling with my sister against a chair by the kitchen table, about to stab her in the eye.
I popped up, grabbing his wrist and wresting the knife out of his hands.
Two days later, I walked by the sliding glass door in the family room and saw that we had a doberman in the back yard.
2.
Again, I was in my childhood home -- this time in my sister's room.
I was helping her out with something when one of her sliding closet doors moved to the left, then the right.
"Who is that?" I asked. I didn't think my sister was in the room, which was confirmed when I heard her voice from another room behind me.
The door slid again, very deliberately, to the left and then back to the right.
I began to back out of the room, not yet panicked. "Who is doing that?" I demanded.
A young girl stepped out of the closet and began walking towards me. Her style of dress seemed hundreds of years out of date...she was wearing a yellowish cotton dress and her black hair was in pigtails. "I am a million, billion years old," she stated, half-smiling, and her eyes never left me as she continued to walk forward.
I continued to back out of the room, frantic, feeling behind me for the doorknob. As it seemed she would reach me, I shut the door and jammed my thumbnail into a groove on the doorknob, twisting it and engaging the lock from the outside.