Calling the police

I thought the world was ending last night.

At 3 a.m. I woke up in a panic. Immediately, I called Andrew, my personal police officer. This is the second time this has happened, and I realize how blessed I am to have a nocturnal boyfriend.

In my nightmare, I had been sitting in the living room of the convent, with all the other residents, and news was spreading across the country that the world was ending. Something terrible was happening in Dallas, but no one was saying what it was because it was too terrible. For some reason though, Kenzie was still planning to drive to Dallas.

When I told Andrew this, he pointed out that in real life, Kenzie would not be heading to Dallas under these circumstances. I now see that he was trying to help me realize that my dream was far from reality and I didn't need to be scared.

But I wrongly interpreted his comment as criticism to my dream, so I gave a defensive response: "Well, yeah, I know! But I can't control my dreams! Leave me alone!"

I didn't really tell him to leave me alone. I was still clinging to the phone in fear.

After a brief summary of my dream, I insisted we talk about happy things. But fear soon struck me again when I realized I needed to use the restroom ... and I was too afraid to walk down the hall ... because, you know, the world could end if I venture into the hallway alone.

So I asked Andrew to stay on the phone while I scurried down the hall and then scurried back.

If that is TMI, I apologize.

(Mom, Dad, Grandma – TMI = 'Too Much Information.')

LOL. TTYL.