Personal and Direct

I’ve just woke up for the second time in one night.

In the first dream, I was in a somewhat egyptian themed house, where I was protecting a secret artifact of the owners (they knew where it was of course, and I happened to know too and then had to protect the information, as well as the artifact).

A master thief had broken in twice. She was someone I knew somehow. While she was a thief, she was someone I marginally trusted otherwise. I would call her a friend barely, or at least an acquaintance whose freindship I would have liked.

On her first break in, I managed to protect the artifact simply because someone else came by and interrupted her visitation. She returned later, after I thought I had cleverly hid the thing somewhere on the property. Unwittingly, she stole the information to its location off of my computer.

I knew she had the info; she did not. So I took her DVD she had burned it onto. Now, of course, she knew that I knew she had known, and she came after me to get the disk. Mind you, it was still playful and half hearted. Her “coming after me” (chasing me through the house) was not personal – it was centered on the disk, and her chase of me personally was actually part of our mutual attraction to each other.

The computer was in the lower level. I simply took her disk from her hand and bolted up the stairs to the kitchen unit, slamming the door on her. She was obviously quick to pursue me, and she left not signficant margin between us. I only managed to get the door closed as she was immediately pushing to open it.

I was trying to drive home both the knob lock and the deadbolt. The deadbolt had no key on the outside. But it was harder to turn. By locking the knob lock, it would buy me the moment of time I needed to twist the deadbolt home and secure the room.

She was an INCREDIBLE lockpick, and could actually pick the knob lock in less than one second, one handedly, while her other hand strove to keep the knob twisted, or to push on the door, or to try to slip her fingers around the frame — anything to stop me.

Finally out of frustration, with a spirit of spurned affection, she shouted, “Fine. If thats the way you want it, then I’ll just spread YOUR secrets around to the public!” She was referring of course to my secrets on my computer — not the locations of treasure, but my banking information, journal entries, etc.

It was a valid threat on her part, but it also caused me to draw up short and end the dream. It seemed a little too intense, too real, and I remembered that I had left my laptop in my truck tonight!

I got out of bed and looked in on it, it was fine. So I prayed for its safety, visited the toilet and the kitchen for a douse of water, then back to bed.

In my second dream, I had a recurring vision that someone was going to stalk me at my home (I just realized, that constitutes a dream within a dream, which means I wasn’t breathing at times during that dream. In the dream, I reconciled the threat, by waiting to go home until my parents were home.

In this dream, I was living with my parents, or at least I had a room in their home. It was an interesting home – it was a split level, and the only way to access the bedroom in the basement at the back was by a wooden ladder hanging off the deck (the back patio was below grade, and ran to the neighboring fences which were on grade, constituting a 15-20 foot drop from the fences to the back patio, if you were to try to sneak in this way.)

In my vision, I was alone, and a solitary man would come at me with a baseball bat while I was on the deck (note: I just watched “Signs” this evening, so the baseball bat comes from the character Merrel’s finish to the show).

However, after resolving these visions, I made my way home, knowing my parents were home (back from a trip, back for the evening, whatever). Walking from wherever I had been, I remember crossing the street at an angle making a beeline for the front door, but pausing long enough to doodle a dimensional object into the air with a Sharpie (it was a doodle of a folding panel, like a privacy panel in one’s bedroom; it was relevant to a phone conversation I was having with a friend as I was walking).

I hung up as I entered, expecting to be talking to my parents. But alas, they had already gone to bed after waiting up for me. I called out to them as I came in. I believe my mom hollered that they were in bed, which means they had really only just gone to bed, but also didn’t want to be kept up anymore talking to me about it.

I made a casual quick glance through the house before proceeding onto the deck, down to my room to drop off my backpack, when I heard a rumbling upstairs. I came out onto the patio, and started climbing up the rickety ladder. There I could see the sillouette of a man with a bat over his shoulder just walking past the kitchen light, on his way to the deck.

This scared me so intensely that in the dream, I lost my voice. Recognizing this as a touch too much realism, I reprogrammed the dream that I made some noise, but it still wasn’t loud enough to wake my parents. The intruder had already made it too far through the house, and I could either confront him on deck, leaving me some point of escape, or let him come down the ladder, where I’d be trapped with him in the cramped, dark space.

I chose the deck, and watched as he stepped outside, and moved towards me with a purpose.

This attack was personal and direct, and its motivation lay outside my understanding, all very unlike the “secrets” threat made by my master thief girlfriend in the first dream.

I recognize now that the “noise upstairs” in the house was probably a thunder rumble, as several more rumbles have happened as I’ve been writing. I have also freaked sufficiently that I’ve turned on lights in the front room, and will be sleeping with my cell phone.

I don’t understand who wants to hurt me.

My folks will be coming back here to stay with me for a week at the end of the month. I am afraid this dream has a purpose.