December 23, 1997

Age 16

It has been a long time since I have had a dream I could recall; since September 5, and this one is very disturbing. I am in my room when I hear shouts and screams. Somehow I am decide that it is my job to save my family (from something) and I run into my living room prepared for the worst. A metal canister, looking exactly like a natural gas canister at my work comes crashing through my living room window. I rush to it as it starts to pour out a white smoke. I pick it up, holding my breath and toss it back out on to my back patio where my dog is tied up. I watch in horror as the dog tries desperately to escape, to no avail. Slowly he lies down and dies.

My family comes in and is angry that I did not let the canister stay in the house, although knowing if I did, they would have all been killed. I guess I cannot do anything right (?).