red mistress of the sea.
2005-03-14 @ 9:16 a.m.

My whole family and I are at their house. It seems like mike and I know we're not supposed to be there but we're visiting or something. The temperature keeps jumping up and down. I go upstairs to my moms bedroom, where my dad is sitting on her bed. There is no longer a wall between her walk-in closet and the main area and now there's a massive hole in the ground. I can see insulation and plastic and wood support beams. I am irrationally un-afraid and I comment to my dad that it's is especially cold in this room. I ask what this hole is for, and he seems to have an answer that satisfies him and not me. I walk to the large hole and look down. I scream. There's the face of a man. Suddenly it occurs to me in dreamform that it is incredibly odd that mike and I can't get out of the house. We're trapped and that is very strange. I climb up onto the bed with my dad because I am crying, being suddenly overwhelmed with fear. And again, regain my irrational sense of courage and crawl back to the hole to look once more. This time there is a brief pause where the man in the hole and I stare at one another, me in disbelief, him in a seeming contemplation of anger. The paure ends and he climbs quickly and unnaturally towards me, reaches to grab me before mike steals me from his reach. Mike and my dad are yelling at me. Suddenly we are all in the basement. Sarah and Jess are there but they are much younger. infants. I have tucked them away behinde the bar and put headphones over their ears. There are many, many holes in the walls. All large in circumfrence, showing insulation, plastic and wodden support beams. They look identical. There are strange men here with us and strangers I have never met. One woman who is older than I has crawled behinde the bar with Jessica and Sarah. She asks for a cigarette and I tell her no, because I seem to be executing a plan to save my sisters. It is imperative that they stay where they are. She insists she'll move them unless I get her a cigarette. I do. At this point I am face to face with a man similar to the man in the hole. I somehow know they are not the same. This man is trying to save us. I snatch my bag away from directly under one of the holes in the wall, something reaches up for me, brushes my hair and slinks away. I am not afraid. I bring a cigarette to the women behinde the bar and kiss my sisters, entrenching them with orders to stay where they are and juxtaposing these words with kisses and coo's. I think that was the end.

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