Home Invasion Nightmare

        Last night was a night for nightmares. The one I remember involved a pair of ski mask wearing robbers breaking in. N was propped up in bed from her surgery and I had just stepped out of the shower. Things got violent. Apparently robbers don’t expect naked people to fight back.

        This dream was very much the exception to my normal “guns don’t work for me” theme. I handed the robber N’s jewelry box to distract him from her calling 911. I was able to grab the robber’s gun hand and force him to shoot himself several times until he let go of the gun. Lots of details in this dream, such as, I noticed that robber was left-handed. I was then able to force the other robber to surrender, even though I really just wanted to shoot him, I didn’t think I would be able to get away with that. N was all ready on the phone with the Sheriff’s department. (And I was pretty sure they could hear everything.)

        This was also one of those highly detailed dreams where I could feel the air moving across me, my wet hair hitting my back and shoulders, and I could smell the robber’s body odor despite his antiperspirant. I could feel the weight and texture of N’s jewelry box, (I had tipped it before handing it to the robber so it was off balance, which is how I was able to distract him enough to grab his gun hand.)

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