Dream

blckwngdorcl and lunenoire and I were at my parents' house, visiting. My mom was kinda distant, per our most recent conversation and my most recent entries. blckwngdorcl and lunenoire were pretty much keeping to themselves. My aunt and cousins were there, too. Not much was going on. I remember cooking some eggs, and ending up with way too many. My niece (who sometimes was someone else) suggested we make egg salad out of it, but there was no mayonnaise, so we were gonna go to the store to get some, but that was gonna be later.

In the meantime, there were 2 microwaves. I was using one, but then accidentally opened the other. At this point, I seemed to be alone in the house. The other microwave was full of aerosol cans, a pan, and a couple of other shouldn't-be-in-a-microwave stuff. I started yelling for someone, not really knowing if anyone was around. My voice was hoarse. My mom and aunt came down, obviously having been awoken by my calls. I said that someone had been trying to blow the place up. Neither seemed interested, and my mother seemed annoyed. She said she had put that stuff in there, basically to get it out of the way, 'cause she wanted the counter cleaned. I think there was a hidden disparaging remark about my aunt's cleaning skills in there somewhere, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I went upstairs, where blckwngdorcl and lunenoire were getting ready. They were brushing their teeth in my parents' bathroom, and the bathtub was clogged and icky from someone's previous shower. lunenoire gestured to it, as if to ask what he was supposed to do about showering. I pointed to the stand-alone shower. It was pretty clear that the two of them were gonna do their own thing, and stay out of my mother's way while we were there, so I wasn't really interacting with them much.

Then I was going to meet my Core class for a movie. With a few exceptions, most of the time the people in my class were variable, often being replaced at random by various people from TV and such. I know the grooming guy from Queer Eye was there for a while. Pam was supposed to have met us, I think, but then other times, she had merely organized it.

So, we're waiting for the movie. Somehow, a cat that was supposed to be Pam's (but was really my client's now-deceased cat, who was a long-haired black cat that looks nothing like Pam's short-haired black cat) kept flitting in and out as well. So, we're waiting for the movie, and one of my classmates looks out the window, and says that they think they see bombs or something. He's kinda nonchalant about it, in that he isn't panicking, but he's also got a pointed look on his face, like I should pay attention to what he says. I look outside, and see planes all over the place, some look like bombers, but I can't make out insignia. I see one drop these blue and white bombs, and I look back in to say that yes, we were being bombed. Around now, something less than chaos breaks out. There are planes everywhere, commercial airlines all flying way too low, always looking like they were about to crash into the building, but never quite. It was cloudy outside, but I didn't notice it storming. Later, the parking lot was flooded. I was having trouble finding my glasses, and most of my class was just gone. There was one guy left, and, once I got my wits about me, I said matter-of-factly that I was going to (something... I think go to the bathroom) and buy a new pair of shoes. He looked out of it, and said that he couldn't do this. I started to turn around and tell him that I didn't want to break down just yet, and that this was my way of dealing with things, and that I DID need a new pair of shoes, 'cause I was wearing were sandals, and those weren't going to be practical real soon. We'd already heard traffic reports stating that everything was at a crawl, so I wasn't bothering to try to go home. But when I turned around to tell him these things, he was gone.

It occurred to me, off and on, throughout this, that I should give blckwngdorcl and lunenoire a call, but I had full signal, and hadn't heard from them, and I knew they would have called if they had an inkling something was up, so I decided not to. There was nothing they could have done, and there was no point worrying them, I figured.

I sighed, found my glasses (which seemed too small, but worked), and wandered to the attached strip mall. People were milling about, and I was wondering how I was gonna pay for it, with no one to give money to, but someone said that we'd been told we could take what we wanted, since the building was already fucked up from glancing blows with bombs and planes. I vaguely remembered someone having said something, but I hadn't been able to hear her clearly. People were like zombies, shopping as if there was nothing going on, and none of them seemed to be doing so in the practical way I was doing it. Kinda like a last few moments to have their dreams come true, find the perfect outfit, etc.. I figured I had nothing better to do, and it would be good to have some more practical clothes as well as practical shoes while I came up with some sort of plan, and if they looked good in the process, all the better. So, I'm about to try on this pair of pants, when this young punk type I hadn't noticed makes some comment on my nakedness. He was lewd and apparently used to getting his way, but rather than being scared, I was annoyed. I kinda gave him a "whatever" look and kinda kept doing what I was doing, ignoring him, but paying attention to him out of the corner of my eye, and trying to guage realistically how well I could defend myself if he tried to rape me. I knew in a situation like this, I couldn't count on anyone helping me. He was saying in a sing-song threatening voice (which I pretended not to hear) "If you don't put out, I'm gonna.........." and let his voice trail off menacingly. Somehow, I ended up walking away from him, being disgusted and apprehensive at the same time, but if he was following me, I couldn't tell. I saw Midnight (the cat) among the clothes racks, and he looked sorta upset by everything going on, so I picked him up. He snuggled in and purred, like he always has before, and that made me feel better, too, although I was still distressed by the situation of the bombings, the zombie-like people fighting over the trivial things like clothes, and the guy potentially chasing me. That's about when I woke up.