Two nights ago I had the misfortune of not being able to sleep. Chalk it up to way too much caffeine and an overactive imagination. Nevertheless, I was unable to get a horrible movie out of my head long enough to stop crying and fall asleep.
Has that ever happened to you? You aren't quite wide awake, but you know you aren't sleeping either and the most horrible events that could actually happen to you are playing a non-stop tirade in your head.
All I could say is that I had a bad "dream". But it wasn't a dream...was it?
I dreamed that I was at home, as usual, with my boys playing the Wii in the basement, when two men knocked at the door. I never answer the door when I don't know who it is, so they kicked the door down. In the melee of screaming and running to the kitchen (I firmly believe I was going for a knife) they killed our dog that was taking chucks out of their legs and then hit me over the head and knocked me out.
Then the dream continues, I am now watching the boys like I am watching a movie. They heard what was going on and instead of running upstairs to see or help, my oldest grabs his brother, turns off the TV, and runs into the storage closet and hides behind a big Rubbermaid container in the dark. The men went down to the basement and seeing nothing they left, my oldest left his brother there in the closet and tiptoed to the stairs and heard the men saying that they were going to leave by the back door so no one would see them take me with them, and one would go to the street while the other went back to the parking lot to get their truck.
My oldest then grabbed his brother and ran out front with a few water guns and they begin to pretend to play, the guy that went around from the back to get his truck had no idea that they were in the house and when he left my oldest got his plate numbers and then called 911.
The police do eventually find the truck but I had already been transferred to another vehicle and am gone. fingerprints and DNA from my dogs mouth are all they have to go on, but they never find me.
I am locked in a white room that is lit like daylight for an unknown amount of time and am fed very little. somehow I keep my wits and don't freak out. When the men are not in my room, I exercise and build my strength, I am hoping that I can fight my way out.
There does come a day when I am able to trick them into both coming into the room and I kick their butts and lock them into the room and run. I climb the stairs to what turns out to be a beautiful house with pictures of a woman that looks exactly like me, but is no where to be seen. That's when I remember that one of the men said that he would do it right this time....what happened to the other woman??
For some strange reason I started roaming the house and found the woman's bedroom and raided her closet for clean clothes. I found a lot of expensive clothes and empty suitcases, so I helped myself. Behind a shelf of purses I found a partly opened safe. I figured that the men had no idea it was here because the purses were still hiding it. Logically it made sense to me because men would not put the purses back on the shelf. When I opened the door to the safe I found stacks of cash and bonds and certificates. Yes, I took them and put them into a cute purse. I felt I deserved it. Then I put the purses back, because that is what a woman would do.
Then with the suitcases and the purse filled I went back downstairs looking for a garage door and found it in the kitchen. When I found the light switch I was pleasantly surprised to find three vehicles and the keys to them on a holder, my ticket home. I took a few minutes to fiddle with the GPS unit in one of the cars and prayed that I wasn't in the States, so that there wouldn't be a border to cross. And when the GPS locked into my location and the address I wanted to go to I knew that I wasn't crossing borders, but I still had no idea where in the country I was. But I was happy to be leaving.
Half a tank of gas later I stopped to fill up, and called 911 from a payphone. I didn't want to leave those guys locked in the basement room and I definitely wanted them to go to jail for what they did to me, but the only info i gave the police was my first name. After paying for the gas I decided to ask where I was, and to double check the date, I was on a tight schedule I told the worker.
I was in Northern Manitoba, and It was May17th, 2013.
Holy shit.
I was taken from home in August 2011.
I continued the drive home and hoped that my family was still there for me to go home to. I hoped that my husband hadn't moved on and there would be another woman raising my boys. But I also worried as I had over the past 21 months that the men hadn't killed my boys like they had our dog.
When I finally arrived in the parking lot of our condo...I parked and waited. I didn't know if anyone was home, or if I was in the wrong place now. Eventually, my husband came out of the house. I went to him as he was locking the door.
I called the police officer that was in charge of my case, whom is an old friend from childhood(seriously), gave back the car to the woman's family (it turned out that one of the men was her ex husband who killed her and made it look like suicide) and they sent me a new car of my own. and i kept the money that no one knew about anyway.
To shorten the rest of this "dream" the boys were fine, they did wait for me, and we did sell the house asap.
But what a hell of a nightmare.
Some kind of dream reader would have a field day with this one. I am going to explore this as a book option.....maybe it really will be a movie.
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