Nightmares?

 I guess I can’t exactly say they were nightmares, I woke up unsettled, but I wasn’t scared, more disturbed. Last night I really struggled to sleep. It was like I was in and out of sleep for hours, and when I woke I knew I had been dreaming but I didn’t feel I’d been very asleep. Maybe it was cuz I had coffee at like 4pm, maybe because I’m getting sick.  I know there were at least three but I can only recall two. I have a feeling the other one was the most graphic and violent.  It was a weird disturbing night, I know at one point, between trying to get back to sleep after something violent had occurred, I wondered if that nightmare I had once about running from people with guns and hiding under a garage door before they found me - actually took place in Minneapolis, if it meant I would die soon. Even though I couldn’t justify why that would happen… 

Anyway. In one of the dreams I was in a battle, a war. At first I was on the walls defending against the others with bombs and explosives and machine guns, but once we had repelled them. I walked out into the desert with them. I talked to one, asked where we should sleep. Others were coupling up, their naked bodies exposed to the elements. It was like the most vulnerable thing I’d ever seen. The naked human form on a blanket in the dark night, in the desert, just yards away from a war zone. But they didn’t seem scared. It was like they were resigned to what was. 

In another I was driving into a small town. There was an ice agent on the corner checking peoples IDs. They waved at me sternly, pointing to their guns. I yelled I’m a citizen, and told them to fuck off. I drove a block further, and suddenly I was on foot. We were all headed toward the Mexican bakery. Once inside, people were buying food, trying to support the workers, but no one was telling them that ICE was coming. It was like we thought our good will would be enough to propel them. And suddenly we were all staring towards the doors, frozen in place, and the bustling voices of the crowd were silent waiting for the invasion. 

It was a weird night. Hopefully I get more sleep, but I’m thinking it might be a NyQuil weekend.