09/12/02
Tower Tripping

During my nap I had some kind of funky dream that was supposedly about the World Trade Center...I have a sort of alternate scenario in my head where Damien (a character of mine) is a survivor of that, though he isn't, not in my primary storyline. (The survivor character in my fiction is Justin Reichert, a detective. Went to the WTC to try to dig out some people, ended up buried when the North Tower collapsed. Only survivor to be found a few days after it happened, still alive.)

In the dream I was pretending to be Dami and was in this parking lot at night, fooling around with others, then thought of the Towers and looked up. There was a...what...a water tower maybe? Looming, a silhouette in the dark. I pretended that was one of the Towers. Then I saw a shooting star near Main Street flying horizontally and yelled, "A shooting star! I get dibs on it!" or something similar. It fell to earth and I ran over to inspect it and to make my wish. But it had started a tiny fire on a wire or something (sorry that rhymes); I tried to crawl under it but either got my shirt on fire or got trapped, now, behind a door with a glass window, with a fire burning around me. And two guys were trying to break me out, one of them a black guy. The door and the little room I was in were creamy white and the glass was broken; I wasn't panicking but I really wanted to get out of there.

Then I think I was with a bunch of other people in one of the Towers and we were trying to find the safest way to evacuate before it fell. Only it was nice looking and not dusty, it was as if I saw all the different levels in it in a cutaway view, and everything was just really weird.



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