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I read a survey in some such magazine or newspaper about the after-effects of the Sept. 11 attack. One of the top responses was that people were having nightmares about the attacks. I can admit that I was feeling a little anxious and a bit scared and definitely pissed off. However, I didn't have my first post-9/11 nightmare until last night. Kinda freaky. It was a two part dream in which I had a majority of it during my big sleep time and then it continued briefly when I fell back asleep after hitting the snooze bar. The first part involved me at some school out in the middle of nowhere (think the high school in Red Dawn). At first, I was in the school in some science lab. Then, all of a sudden, I'm outside in this field that's still on school grounds. There are a bunch of black leather recliner-style chairs mixed in with some weight lifting benches (no weight bars) that are also in black leather. As I recall, there's also a guy who reminds me of a teacher who is talking to us all in the chairs. Next thing I know, he's shouting out "either we're in trouble or I don't know what" and points behind us in the sky. Flying towards us are a bunch of jets and then we see something dropping from them. Obviously, bombs. We start running like hell to get away from it all. The last thing I remember in the dream is me saying "no matter what, Katie, I love you." Yeah, I know, the last bit sounds corny and like brown-nosing, but it's really what happened. The second part of my dream continued with me running away from the same bombs except I'm now in a city. I can't recognize the city because the skyline has no buildings that I've ever seen before. In fact, the skyscrapers look somewhat futuristic - really tall, sleek and silvery. The area I'm running around in is somewhat remniscient of the area around the Daley Plaza in downtown Chicago. So, there I am running and there's an Asian guy a little ahead of me and he turns around and says, "I don't think I can feel safe anywhere anymore." Pretty messed up dream. I woke up in a bit of a panic and I was in a funk for most of the morning. My neck hurt like hell also. Still does.

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