| is it morning yet? 11.29.02 |
| Bad dream... I was showing M. around Sacramento. We went into this Burger King-type place and walked through it, coming from the back. As we approached the front, I saw that this tall guy with long hair was holding a gun to this kid�s head in the entranceway. Right away, I said, �We have to turn around, let�s go!!� And M. was kind of in shock from seeing that and was walking really, really slow and had this dazed look on his face. At one point he had even stumbled and was sitting on the ground, not moving. I was hoping we would make it out the back entrance that we had came through but then the bad guy came to the back�I was hoping he would leave but he didn�t. When I saw him, I immediately sat in a nearby booth, hoping to hide from him. When I looked behind me, M. had joined this family at a round table, and had put on one of those kiddie birthday crowns to blend in with them since they were celebrating a birthday. The bad guy was just standing in that back area�and I wanted to go near M., so I slowly crept to his table. I can�t remember how this part is connected, but then I was sitting down on the ground near the back entrance and M. was like 4 feet away from me, also sitting on the ground. In the middle of the store, there was a lady standing on a chair, saying, �I will not deny Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior,� and she repeated that�and before her third time, I heard this guy�s voice say, �Peter denied Christ three times�are you going to deny Him this time?� And she just repeated that sentence a third time. Then the bad guy pointed the gun at her and it looked like she would get shot in the heart first�she didn�t look scared at all and didn�t even look at him. Then he pointed it at her temple and when he pulled the trigger, it was like a movie�the bullet looked huge, like 3 inches long, and it was shiny silver, moving in slow motion, like you could see the waves behind it. The moment it touched her forehead, she said, �ow� really calmly and then she had this really peaceful smile on her face before she died. I thought about her never seeing death, like passing from this earth right into heaven and seeing Christ before her. I also thought, what would I do if I were in her shoes? And for some reason, I had this sinking feeling that I would be put in that position before the hostage situation was over. Then, this lady was going around near me, putting up these big headphone-looking devices on the glass walls so that the cops outside could hear what was going on. Then she took out a camera to take pictures of the hostages and just what was going on inside. She pointed it at me (and there were two other girls near me) and the bad guy was right next to me, so he posed with the gun at my head. I could see him in the reflection. I got this really scared look on my face for the picture. I heard M. say behind me, �Mel, I�m going to meet you after work tomorrow,� as a way to reassure me that I was going to see tomorrow. I wanted to reach behind me and hold his hand but I did not want to move with the gun to my head. One of the girls close to me said, �Melody will do anything you say. Watch, bark like a dog!� I gave her a dirty look and did NOT bark. Then the other girl goes, �Yeah, Melody will always do whatever you want her to do.� At that point, I didn�t know if I felt more anger toward the girls or toward the bad guy, but the girls had said this stuff to tell the bad guy that if he wanted me to do anything, I would cooperate. As we were posing, this couple walks in from the back entrance and the bad guy yells at them, and the couple says, �We just want some pao de queijo!!� (Pao de queijo is this Brazilian cheese bread�soooo good.) And they look totally scared. I thought, �Ooh, they have pao de queijo here?!� The picture was taken, and the bad guy took the gun away from my head. I turned around and looked at M. and mouthed, �I HATE them� (referring to the girls). The bad guy was sitting behind me, organizing some pictures, and I tried to help him straighten them out. He got mad at me for touching the pictures and was saying something like, �Don�t you know how much I HATE Kinkos?!� So I backed off. 7:33 a.m. Dream ended when C. came in to wake me up because my alarm didn't go off. December arrives on Sunday. See you guys then. |
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