Become a Fan
By Jamieson Meredith-Charbonneaux
Thursday, April 04, 2002
I have been having the weirdest dreams this week. One of the strangest (and most upsetting, because i have no idea what this symbolizes) was this:
My friends and I are in this apartment buliding in a large city. I want to say Boston, but it kinda reminded me of the neighborhoods in Baltimore I went thru with MJ last summer.
So, we're here. There's this parade, and a local radio personality sets up a little broadcasting booth outside of the apartment. Kari and I were out on the balcony watching him do this. We catch his eye and he says hello to Kari. I asked her if she knew him, and she said she did. He used to be her and Mike's neighbor in Virginia. "I didn't know what he did for a living," she said. "This is cool."
Next thing we know, there is talking in the front of the apartment. We go inside and see this radio guy talking to Paul and Mike. Introductions were made and we got to talking. The radio guy's name was also Paul, and he was going to do a live broadcast from the parade. After a while, Paul the DJ said he had to leave, as the live broadcast was due to start in half an hour, around the same time the parade was beginning. We said our goodbyes and went to the balcony to watch the parade.
The parade had started and we were sitting up there on the balcony having a good time. Mike was making us laugh, and Paul did some of his silly voices. Kari and I just sat and laughed and rolled our eyes. We were having a great time! Some other people showed up and we had a party there on the balcony. Little did we realize what was about to happen.
Towards the end of the parade, there was this huge Army type truck, like a transporter or something. All of a sudden this group of dark-clad, ninja looking guys jumps out of the back and run towards where Paul the DJ was set up. I realize with shock that they were not part of the parade!
There were about 12 of us on the balcony, and we now sat dead still as we watched what was happening. People were running from the parade area from these guys, who looked to have high powered machine guns. Paul the DJ looks up and gets this weird look on his face, like he knew this was coming, and was not liking it very much.
One of these ninja guys stand in front of him, and three were behind him, all pointing their guns at him. Before anyone knew it, they all fired their guns at once right at Paul the DJ. His body convulsed with each bullet entering his body, until he slumped over on the ground. Just as quickly as they came, the ninjas left.
The dead man lying on the ground was covered in blood. At the first shot, all of us on the balcony hit the floor. One by one, everyone had gone back inside, except me. I was too paralyzed with fear to move. Paul had come back outside and tried to coax me back in, but I kept telling him I was scared. "JT," Paul said, "you have to come in now. The police will be here soon. We just witnessed an execution."
"Wait..." I said, as my eyes fixed on the dead man. I could feel my eyes grow wider with what I saw. Paul the DJ had gotten up as if nothing had happened, but his body remained on the ground. He walked towards the intersection, where he was met by a woman wearing the dress uniform of the United States Marine Corps. They talked awhile then walked into an alley. I recognized the Marine immediately. It was...my mother!
I stood up all at once, and practically climbing over the railing on the balcony, I screamed at the top of my lungs,
Paul pulled me off the railing and fought me to get me inside. All the while, I was crying out for my mother. "JT," Paul said softly, "your mother died long ago."
"Didn't you see Paul the DJ get up and go talk to the Marine?" I asked. "The Marine is my mom!"
"No, JT, I didn't see that" Paul said, "and neither did anyone else. You're in shock, JT. You need a doctor."
I don't remember anything after that.
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|Reviewed by Mark Manis
|This is very good.