Dream of:08 July 1982 "The Suburbs"
I was living in a small cottage in the suburbs. Although it was late at night, I was outside and could see a disturbance taking place among a group of people down the street. I thought I should go inside and call the police and tell them to come. But I couldn't remember the name of the street. I saw a boy across the street. I hollered to him and asked him what the name of the street was. He told me a name, but I knew that was wrong. Then he hollered out another name.
I walked on in the house and picked up the phone. I tried to dial the police, but I didn't know the number. I thought I would just call the operator and tell her this was an emergency, and ask her to give me the police. But when I looked at the numbers, I couldn't find the zero. The phone was a button type, and finally I saw a button with a zero on it. I pressed the button and the operator came on the phone. I said, "Operator, this is an emergency. Give me the police department."
She asked me my name and she said, "You'll have to give me your number first."
I told her my name and said, "276-7015."
She said, "Thank you."
I though, "Wait a minute. That's not right. My number's 756."
I said to the operator, "No operator, it's 756-7015."
She said, "All right. I'll check. I just checked and that first number wasn't listed in your name."
It seemed as if she was taking forever. Finally I said, "Operator, can't you go ahead and connect me with the police department while you're checking."
She said she couldn't, that she had to check the number first to be absolutely sure. Finally she said, "I'm having a hard time. I can't seem to find it."
In exasperation I said, "Well, operator, just go ahead and check me."
I was becoming enraged. I said, "I can't believe this. Somebody's about to be killed outside. People are actually being killed outside. You've got to connect me with the police department."
She said she couldn't do that. I said, "Well can you just give me the number of the police department. I'll just dial it myself."
She said she couldn't give me the number. I said, "I can't believe this."
I knew my tape recorder was nearby. I picked it up, clicked the button and turned it on. I held it to my mouth and again said, "Operator, can you connect me with the police department."
I moved the tape player around to the ear part. Once again the operator said she couldn't give me the number. I asked her a couple more times. Finally I said, "Operator, what's your name."
She said she couldn't give that information. I said, "What is your number that you go by there at work."
She still wouldn't answer. Finally I said, "Well, look I've got your voice now. And I'm going to see to it, if it's the last thing I do, that you lose your job. Cause there's no rhyme or reason for you not connecting me with the police department."
I hung up the phone. I began running through the house. I was afraid that the people from outside were going to attack me. I didn't have any guns. I had had some guns earlier, but something had happened to them. I ran into the bedroom and opened up the bottom drawer of a chest of drawers. I rummaged through some socks. I thought I had a large gun in there. But when I pulled it out, it was a small handgun which barely fit into the palm of my hand. I pulled it out of its holster, and when I cocked it, I saw that it only held one bullet, a .22 caliber. Several other .22 bullets were in the drawer. I thought, "Well, maybe I'll just stick them in my mouth and have them ready so I can put them in here if I have to."
I loaded one bullet into the gun, then walked to the kitchen. From here I thought I heard someone come in the front door of the house in the living room. I couldn't see. I waited in the kitchen for the person to come in. Just when the person entered the kitchen, I jumped out, pointed the gun at the person's head, and said, "Hold it."
I pulled the trigger on the gun, but nothing happened. I then realized the person was an old man whom I knew. He lived across the street. He likewise had an old gun which didn't even look as if it would work. He said he knew what was going on. He had come to help me. I told him it was dangerous here and that he was going to have to leave. He wanted to give me his gun. I said, "No. Just keep it."
I knew we were both in danger. I heard a tapping at the kitchen door which led outside. I couldn't tell, but I knew someone was outside. I told the old man we were going to have to do something. I knew we were in deep trouble and someone was going to try to kill us. I didn't want to leave the old man defenseless, but I was frightened. I ran out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Two windows, one over the other, were in the bedroom. I immediately jumped through the bottom half of the bottom window. I fell outside, making practically no noise. The window frame, just big enough for me to fit through, fell around me.
I could see a small garden, although nothing was planted in it. On the other side of the garden was a fence which separated my lot from the neighboring lot. I thought, "Well, I'll just run over there and jump over that fence now."
I could see some weeds on the other side and I thought, "Well, if I get behind them, they won't be able to see me."Dream Epics Home Page
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