A Dream from 03-14-04

I stood near a house on a street that was a mix between Lark and Bruce Ave. I heard screams and saw two Mexican young ladies who were running frantically. I intuitively knew that they were trying to escape a man who was bent on killing them. I told them to come with me and led them behind the house. By now the house was my Grandfather's old house on Bruce. The house was really only a dilapidated frame, a suggestion of what once was and obviously not a good hiding place so I led the two girls to the neighbor's lot (the Denmans).

I could hear the fury of the guys chasing her. Their leader was an overweight Mexican "Cholo" who was carrying a huge black shotgun. Yelling and cursing, he let off some rounds which were overwhelmingly loud. I tried to dial 911 on my cell phone but it wouldn't work. I then tried adding a one and dialed 1-911, but that didn't work either. I looked up and saw the fat gangster cross the street towards our lot. They were on the other side of the house so I told the girls to hurry up and run to the front door neighbor's without being seen. Amazingly, they ran across and the fat Mexican didn't see them.

At this point a white lady was walking by and she called 911. Rick Trevino (an older friend of mine) also showed up and called the police. Both of their phones worked fine whereupon Rick explained that my phone needed a special code in order to work with the emergency number.

Rick then helped me grab my things (I only specifically remember my guitar) and we left my grandfather's house at which point the dream was over.