Dream Morning of 11-20-18
I come by bicycle to work. I am coming down the alley, because of construction I have to go by way of front of the building. It’s dark. I had just looked at my watch to see how long it had taken me to get to work, (I work at a hardware store), It reads 12:07 am; I had started at 11.47 pm
Three men, 18 to 25, (One, a blonde, looks like an older version kid from ‘Tool time) are standing outside . They say they want to come inside and leave leaflets, I say no, but give them to me an I’ll see they get distributed. They grab the dog.
They are grabbing at my keys, but I manage to fend them off, I get the door open. It’s an outer door, I’m in the vestibule trying to hold the door against them. They keep coming at me pushing the door, I’m punching and kicking at them while I can. I get it partially closed Some how holding door with one hand as the three of them try to batter it in, I make a call to the police on my cell phone and am reporting the incident while they continue to attack. The attack continues during my call.
Finally, they manage to batter the door off the hinges, but I’m still fighting with them. I pick up the door and am using it as a weapon against them. I’ve been fighting them for a long time, seems like twenty minutes. My dog suddenly reappears, but she’s not biting them, she’s licking them.
I manage to phone the police again, and when they hear me on the phone, the men take off, one on a motor cycle and one on a bicycle. I report them moving South. While I’m on the phone, a young woman exits the building and i tell her the place has been attacked. She pays no attention to me. The assumption is I know her; she’s been working in the building keeping books?
I sink down against the building. A police car, looking like a station wagon arrives, but turns round the corner, pauses a moment, then U-turns and goes right by me. I call the police again and tell them a police car showed up, but then drove way. They tell me the police didn’t see me, I should sit on the curb so they can. When the police come, they pass me by, and enter the store as people are coming in to work through the back door. Maier (one of the administrators of the nursing home in which I now live) is among them, he is the manager of the store. I’m crying out to the police, ‘I’m the one who called, I’m the one who called”, but they are busy questioning the people who just got in. I wake up and type this so as not to forget it. It’s 2:36 am.
Possible dream seed: Before I went to bed, I had watched a news report of a killing at a local hospital, and had read a chapter of ‘Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It is the chapter in which Hermione and Ron are encouraging Harry to teach Defense of the Dark Arts
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