My Crazy Awful Dream

This is a few days later, too, so...

So it's Thanksgiving. Andrew and I are making the usual rounds of ALL the dinners we have to go to for the Holiday.

We end up at a house that my brain just labels "Theatre House" because it is populated with a lot of people I know from DC Theatre. It's more like a party, so we have a couple of drinks and walk around the house talking to people. We pass a couple of homeless people in corners, and one, a Japanese man, sticks in my mind. But we ignore them.

Eventually everyone falls asleep (literally, drop where they stand), but because we weren't partying as long/as hard Andrew and I sit on a couch to talk. All of a sudden this kitana is sticking through Andrew's stomach coming from behind him, and stops centimeters from my own. I should have been skewered too, but I wasn't.

I'm screaming, and Andrew falls over dead, and from behind the couch the Japanese homeless guy rises, looking grim. He doesn't look at me, he just wipes his blade, turns, shoots a couple of people lying on the floor (no one's waking up), and reaches the door. I scream at him, and in response he aims a gun at me and fires.

The sound effect from Red Noses when we all get shot is what I remember, and I move as though I've been shot. But I look down and see that I am intact. I am fine. I begin to scream again, I don't want to be fine. I'm screaming "WHY! WHY!?!" But he is gone.

Cut to me with my head in my hands, being comforted by a few of the survivors, including Kathleen who is doing real comforting. I know it can't be real, that Andrew should be fine, so in my dream I am texting him "Tell me you're ok. Please call me." But he doesn't respond.

I'm more and more freaked out. Oh, and at this point in the dream my brain tells me that I am pregnant. And no one's offering any real comfort, they all put on a pity-face and ask "so are you keeping the double bed or are you going to get a single?" And I scream "What kind of Dumb Question is THAT?!"

The first thing I did when I woke up was checked Andrew's stomach for marks. He's fine. Needless to say, I'm still a bit freaked out by this dream, that its reality lasted that long, and that there was no succor for me.