In between not sleeping at night, I often have weird dreams or nightmares.Â Here’s last night’s.
John and I are walking down a dark deserted road.Â Suddenly a car full of Muslim women in full traditional dress speeds by.Â This is followed soon by a tiny convertible (like a Cooper mini) full of Muslim men dressed like Yassir Arafat.Â Â It reminded me of the Keystone Kops.Â John screams at me, “Get down.”Â We both dive for the pavement while the car brakes hard and bullets whiz by just missing us.Â We then run for the shrubbery at the sides of the road.Â This is like a low thicket.Â We try to cover ourselves in the darkness of the thicket and the night.Â The men get out of the car and run toward the side of the road.Â At this point I wake up.
This dream was:
c)Â a foreshadowing
I have no idea where this came from.Â I haven’t even been following the news closely lately.Â I have enough trouble sleeping without being attacked.