bad dreams
May. 15th, 2008 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
baronessekatI had a particularly bad nightmare last night.
It was a nice Saturday or Sunday afternoon. I know this only because I was sitting in my office area at my computer and could look down the length of the house out the front door. The front door was open and Grimm was sitting on his "tall puppy" cushions looking out through the storm door. (note - I have not traded out the storm door for the screen door because of a certain barky little puppy that I do not want distrubing the whole neighborhood).
I look and see Grimm getting all happy and bouncy, which indicates usually that someone is coming to the door. I see a young man come up to the door and rings the bell. I get up and go answer. He is around 28-32, a little on the short side for a guy (maybe 5'5"), wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue hoodie that is unzipped. Around his neck is a identification thing that one normally sees undercover cops wearing when they need to wear their badge.
He identifies himself only as "police" and says I need to let him in. I ask what for and he says again that I need to let him in. I demand more identification and a reason. He waves the "badge" at me and again says I need to let him in.
Once again I refuse without a valid reason, a warrant, or more Identification other than just saying he's with the police. Hell, he's not even wearing a uniform. For all I know he's some psycho. As I refuse this time I push Grimm out of the way with my foot and start to move his cushions so that I can close the front door on this guy.
As I start to push the cushions away, he pulls a gun and aims it right at me, through the storm door. I dart of to my right and into the base of the stairs going upstairs, tripping over the cat gate that keeps Grimm out of the living room, just as he fires the gun..
The guy does not step in, but looks through the now shattered window of the door, holds the gun towards me and fires again, only this time he doesn't fire at me, he fires towards Grimm, who gets hit.
The scream of pain from Grimm still echoes in my ears. I scoop up my puppy and run into the dining room to get away from this guy. Grimm is hit in the back, having grazed his left back leg and the bullet then sinking into his abdomen/groin area. I'm applying pressure to the wound to try to staunch the bleeding and looking for a way out. Let me tell you, trying to calm a hurting chihuahua, while not being all that calm yourself is not an easy trick.
The gunman however, calmly sits down on my front porch and waits for the Amherst Police to arrive.
For some reason I can't get out of either of the back doors and going out the garage or front door would force me to go by the psycho with a gun on my front porch.
I remember finding an ace bandage and trying to wrap it around Grimm's abdomen to keep pressure on the wound until I could get out and get him help.
I woke up just after I got the bandage secured.
When I awoke Grimm greeted me in real life with a huge sloppy puppy kiss.
I will let Dicea, if she wishes post what she determined the meaning of the dream was. I just found it disturbing that someone shot my dog.
It was a nice Saturday or Sunday afternoon. I know this only because I was sitting in my office area at my computer and could look down the length of the house out the front door. The front door was open and Grimm was sitting on his "tall puppy" cushions looking out through the storm door. (note - I have not traded out the storm door for the screen door because of a certain barky little puppy that I do not want distrubing the whole neighborhood).
I look and see Grimm getting all happy and bouncy, which indicates usually that someone is coming to the door. I see a young man come up to the door and rings the bell. I get up and go answer. He is around 28-32, a little on the short side for a guy (maybe 5'5"), wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue hoodie that is unzipped. Around his neck is a identification thing that one normally sees undercover cops wearing when they need to wear their badge.
He identifies himself only as "police" and says I need to let him in. I ask what for and he says again that I need to let him in. I demand more identification and a reason. He waves the "badge" at me and again says I need to let him in.
Once again I refuse without a valid reason, a warrant, or more Identification other than just saying he's with the police. Hell, he's not even wearing a uniform. For all I know he's some psycho. As I refuse this time I push Grimm out of the way with my foot and start to move his cushions so that I can close the front door on this guy.
As I start to push the cushions away, he pulls a gun and aims it right at me, through the storm door. I dart of to my right and into the base of the stairs going upstairs, tripping over the cat gate that keeps Grimm out of the living room, just as he fires the gun..
The guy does not step in, but looks through the now shattered window of the door, holds the gun towards me and fires again, only this time he doesn't fire at me, he fires towards Grimm, who gets hit.
The scream of pain from Grimm still echoes in my ears. I scoop up my puppy and run into the dining room to get away from this guy. Grimm is hit in the back, having grazed his left back leg and the bullet then sinking into his abdomen/groin area. I'm applying pressure to the wound to try to staunch the bleeding and looking for a way out. Let me tell you, trying to calm a hurting chihuahua, while not being all that calm yourself is not an easy trick.
The gunman however, calmly sits down on my front porch and waits for the Amherst Police to arrive.
For some reason I can't get out of either of the back doors and going out the garage or front door would force me to go by the psycho with a gun on my front porch.
I remember finding an ace bandage and trying to wrap it around Grimm's abdomen to keep pressure on the wound until I could get out and get him help.
I woke up just after I got the bandage secured.
When I awoke Grimm greeted me in real life with a huge sloppy puppy kiss.
I will let Dicea, if she wishes post what she determined the meaning of the dream was. I just found it disturbing that someone shot my dog.
