I drempt of terror. I was in a high-rise where I used to work - in a previous dream. I tried to explain to my father, who was there, my fears of being pulverized inside a falling building, but I could see he didn't get it. My kid sister didn't want to sit on my knee and look out the window (which would have calmed me). I felt rejected and I went to the top of the building where the high-class restaurant was. I was told I'd have to sit on the floor, in an aisle off to the side. I said I didn't care. Famke Janssen was in the restaurant, eating, and I briedly stopped on the way to my aisle seat, but she turned to look at me and it was a look of rage. I backed off and sat. Eventually, the wait staff brought my dinner - and it looked damn good. I'm settling in to eat, and I look up for just a moment and I see that Denali is standing there, dressed up and looking surprised and uncomforable. She mentions she's there for dinner with "Hannon" (?) and I say nothing. The dream ends with her asking me "what's your problem?"
I woke up saying "What's MY problem?"
Maybe that doesn't sound like terror to you, but I've been awake for 20 minutes and I'm still shaking.
Posted by Matt at May 26, 2003 10:55 AM