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A dream with a message and a warning
This is like another dream I had a few years ago. I have the same uneasiness about being safe. and all of a sudden someone is at my door pulling and twisting the doorknob. Now I hear a voice of a madman, ''I'm going to come in if I have to break this down so let me in, God damn it, let me in. I'm coming to teach you a lesson. I'm here to show you how it will be!" While this is all going on, I am trying to wake my husband up and I'm trying top dial for the police at the same time. Our daughter Pam comes out of her room. I scream to her ''GO BACK IN NOW, lock the door and stay in there!'' It's too late. He's in the house! Why doesn't Leon wake up? This tall weirdly dress raving lunatic is in my living room wielding a sword, wearing a cape, black boots, and he's shouting ''Damn you all, I'll show you idiots how it will be, you won't listen...'' I jump off of the sofa to grab something to hit him with, but he keeps hurling his sword closer and closer at me, missing me by mere inches. He kicks me back down on to the sofa cushions, pressing hard on my chest he yells, 'Do you like it? How do you want to die I [lead for my life, asking, ''Why are you here? To rob me, rape me or kill me? Get it over with you bastard!'' I scream for my husband, my daughter runs out of her room to see her mother held down by a tall man with a sword. ''Mommy, Mommy!'' she cries. For a second the maniac looks up, his eyes full of rage, his voice with a terrorful warning, he shouts, ''Go, child, back in your room and don't come out!'' I tell him he's hurting me as tears flow down my cheeks. I still do not know his intentions, all the time wondering why my husband is so sound asleep that he does not come to my aid. I look up at this monster and tell him I'm tired, I give up, have you way, I'm sick of fighting. I guess I shouldn't have said that, it only makes him more furious. ''Do not move when I take my sword from upon your neck and stop whimpering like a child!'' He stands up and starts waving the sword and gesturing and speaking like he's preaching to me. He goes on and on and on about how I've disappointed him , and asks, how did you like the way I broke into your comfortable home where you thought you were so safe and secure, and he says that soon many other people would be doing this routinely from now on if didn't wake up and do something soon to protect myself... He smacked me hard on my face, hard enough to knock me to the floor. He opened the door, threw his long cape behind his shoulders, and left. I got up to close and lock the door, and when I turned around my husband came half asleep out from the hall and he asked, "What the hell is going on out here? What happened to you I wake up and it's 4 in the morning. Husband is still sleeping like a log! I get out of bed, go to the kitchen, get some water, but I feel like shit so I jump back in bed. Big mistake! I'm out like a light, dreaming I'm back on the sofa and he's at the door again. Oh god, I say to myself, not again! My daughter runs out and says, ''Mommy, I hear something.'' I tell her I know, it's OK, go lock your door and stay inside. He's screaming again to let him in or he'll break the door down, so I go to the door like a trained seal and open it, and no sooner do I take my hand off the knob than he is screaming in my face, this time with his whole body on top me. I think this time he's going to rape me for sure, but he reads my mind and quickly says, ''Is that all you think about? There are more ways to take another human being's will, you stupid little lemming. When are you going to learn that this is the way it's going to be until the day you die, until they say you can die!'' Once again he has me whimpering I think I even pissed my pants. He pulls away and this time he takes his rant onto the furniture, smashes my prized photos and everything his sword can tear up. He goes into the kitchen cabinets and rips out everything, saying, "You can't have this and none of these and this has to go" ''What won't I learn?" I ask. "What are you talking about?'' And he stops what he is doing and actually looks weary, and picks me up from the floor and says, ''Do you not see who I am and why I am here? Are you blind, girl?'' I answer him, ''I swear, I don't know why you're in my house, in my living room.'' He then says. "Kathy, you must wake up and realize why I'm here. There's so little time left'' He shakes me and pushes me against the wall and leaves me more confused and upset as he goes out the door he shouting ''They'll never learn, they'll never learn! How bad must it get till they learn? ...'' And he's gone. Although cold and shaken by his visit, somehow this time I feel he's not here to kill me, and that gives me some relief. I get up and don't go back to bed, but instead I get my keyboard and begin to write. I write like I have never written before, I type faster and the words flow like water from a faucet. I seem to know just how to word and phrase my thoughts so they their meaning and importance is felt by anyone who reads them, and I feel a hand on my shoulder as if it was a friend or a dead loved one back from the grave to comfort me and edge me on. I am warning people all over the world what they must do and why it is so urgent to do it now. I am going on as if nothing happen minutes before, when a cold breeze startles me, the curtains blow and as I get up to close the window guess who's back banging on the door furiously? This time I run to open it, and if he's ready to yell and belittle me I won't play it his way again, so I smile and say, "Come in! Sit down, read what I just wrote." And he sits in my chair and begins to read, and he says, ''Ahh yes, this is it! This is what you must say, Kathy! This will get them, but it's not going to be easily done with one letter You must be vigilant and convince them how important it is to gain back control of their lives and rid themselves of these tyrants.'' He stood up from the chair, and that's when I looked up and stared at his face and saw him for who he truly was I saw his long dark hair and his moustache and goatee the way he was dressed this was no mask, it really was him. I couldn't believe it took me three visits to see that Guy Fawkes came to me in a dream to wake me up! He said one more thing before he left, ''Believe in yourself, Kathy, and you will do this.'' The door shut quietly this time, and just before I woke up, I heard myself ask him, ''Will you be back?'' I think I heard him say " I don't know, Kathy, I don't know...'' I still feel his presence and I get chills just thinking about this, but I'm not afraid to go back to bed. In fact I'm looking forward to it! Kathy Fisher
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