3AM. Sound asleep. The door creaks open, but is unable to be heard. Five... four... three... two....... one. My hair is pulled aggressively by a man, until I hit the ground. I thrash and kick and scream as loud as I possibly could for my husband to be able to hear and save me. But he hears nothing. I realize quickly he can't and I can feel an overwhelming feeling come over my body, as this man pulls me away from him. I grasp on for dear life to the end of my bed frame. HELP!! GEORGE HELP ME!!!!! AHHHHHHH! WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!! HELP! ME! At this point, there is another man with my kidnapper. He shoves a piece of fabric into my mouth and a cloth over my eyes just before we leave my front doorway. Then, I wake up. I turn to George as he asks me if I'm okay. I fall asleep crying to the unsettling feeling of this dream appearing to be so real.
4:12AM. I wake up and remember that the door had been forgotten to be locked. I walk downstairs, across the living room floor and to the entryway. I reach for the lock and just as I'm about there, it opens. A hand grabs mine and pulls it hard until my head hits up against the door panel. I scream and become lightheaded and dazed for a moment as my eyes shift from the impact of the door. Nothing is heard. No stirring in the house to come help me. I'm on my own. The door opens slightly and a man appears. I cannot see his face as I wrestle to get away, but only a dark presence. I'm scared and feel as though death must come soon. He pulls me into a grassy field. There stood two men who said they did it to make a point. Then, I woke up. Again, it felt SO real. I looked over at the door of the master bathroom and felt the fear that someone is waiting for me. But I have to pee! George is still asleep and I am living in fear. I wake George and tell him about my dream. He comforts me for a minute and drifts off. I start to cry, and eventually fall back asleep. Even in the morning when I went to the bathroom, I couldn't help but be hesitant. I was mortified.
