nightmare

my husband and I are living in the house I lived in as a teen. We have my old bedroom even. It is night and I'm not aware of anyone else living in the house with us. My husband comes from the bathroom after readying for bed. The room is dark; just as he begins to climb into bed we hear a low, dying doorbell. It's so late and so dark that we decide to ignore it. We don't hear it again. In the middle of the night I decide to get us up to investigate. We walk from bedroom to bedroom and each is cluttered beyond belief, and---yet again---the light bulbs are burned out. We make our way to the ground floor and we find that the front door is cracked open---I am terrified thinking that someone may be hiding, lurking in the house. We stick close together and start in towards the living room--the room is dark.

disturbia

a hybrid of my childhood home and the house we moved to when I was a teen...I am in the backseat of a car with two of my siblings; in the front is my mom and her abusive ex boyfriend. I am stupefied that she is back with him. I don't know where we are going, but I want out. I pretend to fall sick, and even go so far as to fake vomit into my hand. My little brother is asleep beside me. We get to the house and I find that none of the light bulbs work. I can only find one lamp that provides illumination. I find my mom curled up on a bed in what was once my bedroom with my older sister. She is looking for a phone number; I tell her we have to fix the lights and get the jerk out of our lives. Once I appear determined to get to work she sets her number book down and seems to decide that she'll let me take care of matters. I am disgusted. I go to work though and decide that I am leaving as soon as I finish; if she screws up at that point it's all her problem.

Mayan village

I am walking through a Mayan village; I don't know how I know that it is a Mayan village, but somehow I do. I walk through this village only moments after all of its people have disappeared. The road is rocky and I feel like I am in a cave. I look into people's "homes" and see the things they left behind, the tasks they were in the middle of when they disappeared. Clothes are scattered; there is a bundle of money; there are dishes left in the soapy water of sinks. The only living creatures left are dogs and cats. I rummage for food to feed them. I enter a darker cave-like home and see something moving out of the corner of my eye. A dog or hog is starving, and looks like it might collapse at any moment. I don't know whether I should try to spare this animal, or save the little bit of food for the stronger animals.

The scene changes and I am sidetracked from my walk in the village by a hotel bar. My cousin is working there and she asks me to hang out. There is a show on stage, singers and dancers. The gentleman who owns the bar wants me to work for him; I'm uncomfortable about working there, but I like the dark wood of the bar.

rain and road

I am driving down the turnpike; I am looking to get to the WG mall. I take an exit that does not look familiar even though the signs point in that direction. The rain starts falling. I am driving on a wooded winding road. There are large stone homes on either side of the road, and a divide of grass and trees down the middle of the road. My windows are so overcome with drizzle and the wipers won't clear them. I can barely see and I am growing nervous. I stop the car and open the door. I step out of the car to get a better look at the road. I'm not sure which direction to travel though I have turned the car around to head back from where I came.

two nights ago, last night

Two nights ago: all I remember is that I was lying in a hospital bed and covered up to my chin with a sheet or blanket. A young male comes in, who I think might be my young brother. He begins punching my head---he doesn't hit my face, but my forehead and skull. He continues to punch away.

Last night:
I am with an old acquaintance and she is being kind to me after two years of ignoring me. She tells me that she has missed me. We are standing in our old workplace. There is no one else around. The scene shifts and I am in a large outdoor shopping center. The stores are out-of-doors and they are sprawling. There is a grocer, a home repair center, furniture, etc. I am lost among all of the goods. I am not sure whether I am looking, or hiding from, the people I came with. I keep moving further and further away from my starting point, and deeper into the dense center of these stores.