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Had this dream the night of August 4, 2011

I am in a warehouse. I am trying to get a job here. It is very large and under construction and there are plastic sheets over all of the machinery. I am afraid but realize I am here for a reason. I then see some scary looking men arrive in a vehicle. I try to hide and end up running outside where there are more machine parts. It is dusty and dry. I am hiding behind a grove of trees and they get out and are yelling at each other. M is there and he says we should just walk out. Why should we be afraid? But I am. I then hear a voice. I know this voice. Its my grandmother. She is HERE. I don't care about the men anymore, I creep back into the warehouse and see a woman that looks like my grandmother. I want to go talk to her, but she is talking to other people. I sit behind a cold machine and stare at her. I am sad. She is younger and youthful and I am happy. But at some point I realize that while it sounds like her, it isn't her. And I am sad.

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I am in a house. It is kind of like a house of horrors with many rooms and a long hallway. There are bodies around me. I know I must keep going- that I might get to the end. There are people chasing us and I am afraid. My family is there with me. We get to a dark room that has a couch (with blood and bodies) and a television on against the wall. It is small and fuzzy. I see my grandmother there. She is herself, as she was before the cancer. I am sad to see her face on the screen. I then realize my grandpa is there and I try to get his attention so he doesn't see her. I then realize its not my grandma at all but an actress and I am even more sad. I keep trying to get my grandpa to look at me so he won't look at the screen.

I then realize I need to keep going. There is a map and a plan. We need to get to the roundpen. There is a large circe on a map (drawn in red). We must get there! We all start scrambling and we break into a light area (no longer dark and full of death) and we are stampeding toward this round pen. I realize it is high off the ground, like a tower. It is white and there is grass below and trees. We are scurrying to get there. There is a large group now. We are all panicked and running to this round pen for safety. As we get up onto the round pen, I realize it is nothing more than a platform with two feeble, metal rails. We are at least a few hundred feet off the ground and I am nervous.

Suddenly everyone turns their attention to a 'bright red sparkle' in the sky. Everyone is saying how beautiful these 'sparkles' are. I realize they're balls of fire, exploding only a few feet from where we are cramped. I am panicking and I grab M. He doesn't understand, no one does. They think these balls of fire are beautiful but don't realize they're bombs going off.

I am panicking and everyone talks about a 'red ball' they have to push back. I am unsure what they're talking about and I'm trying to focus and trying to figure a way to get off of this platform. Suddenly, what appears to be a dodgeball drops down. The people on the platform (who now resemble human sized birds) push the ball around and I watch as it explodes when they throw it off the platform. I am gripping onto M and I feel my heart sink. Another ball drops onto the platform and the bird-people are tossing it around. But someone drops it and I immediately start screaming and turn to run. I am moving in slow motion as I see flames crawling toward me(slow motion) and the blast gushes out across the platform. I am running, panicking and knowing I am going to die. I feel the flames overwhelm my body as I try to leap over the platform bars, but I don't make it and I am engulfed. My charred remains fall down off the platform on those walking by.

I had this dream the night of July 28, 2011. I only remember fragments

I am in my old neighborhood from high school. It is dusk. I am walking home and notice that there are blankets and chairs on our front lawn. I am puzzled but then realize that there is a fireworks show that night. I still find it strange people are on my lawn. I walk into the house and my aunt, uncle, and cousins are there. So is my grandpa. We are all gathering and somehow, it is my grandpa's house but also mine. We are together and it is sad because I know my grandma is not there.

My parents say they need to go somewhere so my sister cousin, and I agree to go. My cousin has a trailer that she wants us to ride on, so we hook it up to the RV my parents are driving (which puzzles me). As we're driving, the trailer bed tilts. We're hanging onto the higher side but are being pulled down to the ground. There is no lip on the trailer to stop us from falling onto the asphalt road.

We are trying to scream up to my parents to stop the vehicle so we can fix the trailer but they don't hear us. My sister falls down and is clinging onto the side of the trailer bed inches above the asphalt. I too am slipping. We are screaming at my parents and I try to find my phone to call them to tell them to stop. They aren't answering and its very difficult to dial their numbers. I keep entering the number in incorrectly as I try to hold on and dial at the same time.

Alarm

I had this dream the night of July 12th, 2011

M and I are in his car. We're driving along a bumpy, dirt road. It is dusk. I ask him to turn his lights on. As we are driving, a group of younger boys are running alongside the road. They have a red/blue/white soccer ball and are chasing it. Dust is everywhere. One of the boys kicks the ball and it hits the car. He keeps kicking it and hitting the side of the car by the front tire. M tries to drive around them but I tell him to just stop, they'll go around us. They do.

We continue on and its getting rather dark now. We come to an intersection of sorts. On the other side of the road is a darker man in an older, 'souped up' SUV. He has really shiny, silver rims. Someone makes a snide remark, either the SUV owner or M, and they start to get hostile toward one another. They are talking about racing or showing off their cars. I am uneasy and don't like this guy. I tell M to keep going. I plead for him to just keep driving. But he doesn't.

I get out of the car and start walking along the road. There is a dark tunnel. It is not reinforced. It is very narrow and difficult to traverse for larger vehicles. I decide I'll wait here for M. But then a series of big-rig trucks come along and as I'm sitting there (maybe I dozed off) I see that they're going to smash me into the tunnel wall because they're so wide. I try to run to the mouth of the tunnel, but its too late. I push mysef back, against some branches, but realize that these have been crushed already and are broken off of the tree. One truck misses me, but the next doesn't. I black out.

I wake up and its daylight. Closest to mid-morning, by appearance. I am bound and in the middle of nowhere in the desert. The sand is red here. There are bluffs behind me and I am seated on a wooden stage of sorts. A man is there with me. He looks like a local, dark hair, dark eyes. He rolls a net out over the bluffs- it is a sheer drop with jagged rocks below. The netting sways in the wind and doesn't look sturdy. He comes over to me and tells me to climb onto it. I immediately refuse, am overcome with fear, explaining how unsteady it looks. He tells me again to get on. I think of M and wonder where he could be. How he could have just let me walk away. Then I wonder where I am.

The man sneers and tells me to look over the bluff, down to the road below. I see emergency vehicles flying the wrong way down a highway (its paved) and up ahead I see complete obliteration. Destruction. Vehicles are upside down and inside out. Many of them. The man sneers again, as if to know who I'm looking for, and I feel very sad. No one is coming for me. I am alone. And I feel bad for being upset that M didn't come for me. I imagine it was all part of a plan.

Had this dream the night of June 23, 2011. I only remember fragments

I was on a road trip with my grandparents, cousins, and aunt. I had a shiny, candy-apple red motorcycle I was riding. I also had a stuffed animal bear with a red bow with me. We were all driving along on the freeway and somehow, I got ahead of everyone. As I approached a turn, I must have taken it too sharp, and I skid off of the highway onto the dirt shoulder. Dust flew up around me and I saw cars continuing to drive along. Two older men pulled over their motorcycles and asked if I was alright. I stammered a yes and began to pick up my items. I saw my little teddy bear on the side of the rode and felt immensely sorrowful. I picked it up and clung to it. I then saw my Grandma on the side of the road and she was asking if I was ok. I was so happy to see her, but I felt bad because I'd left them behind. I said I didn't realize it and she was mad that I'd gone ahead, but she seemed happy that I was alright.

I had this dream the first week in June. My grandmother passed away on May 28th, 2011.

From the point of view of my Grandmother...apparently I was in Modesto. I was at an apartment complex/condos and was climbing the stairs. I began to try to put the key in the door, but it wasn't working. I was confused and kept trying. I began to knock on the door and ask to be let in- my key wasn't working.

From my point of view I came up the stairs and saw my grandma at the door of the apartment. Tears sprang to my eyes and I walked over to her. She was trying to get into the door but her key wasn't working.

"The keys not working" she remarked curiously and kept trying. I was astonished and stood there with tears in my eyes. I reached forward and touched her hand. She was REAL. I suppressed a sob and said, "But Grandma, you're dead".

And she smiled at me and replied, "No I'm not. I'm still here."

She then asked if she could have a taco and I noticed I had a Taco Bell bag in my hand. I told her of course and then I turned the knob and walked inside the door. Inside my grandpa, Uncle Les, and Uncle Mike were there. They were all solemn and sad and barely looked up when I walked in.

I was crying and Uncle Les noticed that I didn't look sad. I was staring at my grandma as she walked in and tried to talk to my Grandpa. She asked him something, I can't remember what, so I asked for her and my Uncle Les came over and said "Is she still here?"

I was afraid- afraid they'd think I was crazy and afraid they'd be mad I was talking to her, but I nodded. He smiled and said "I knew it".

"I can see her, she's here still" I said gently and my Uncle Mike walked over and started to talk to me.

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I woke up. Even at her funeral, this dream made me smile-- because in my heart, I can feel that she isn't gone. I looked at her body and laughed and almost said "This isn't here...she's not gone. She's still here!" I'm not sure why I am so certain she's still here- but almost a month later I still don't feel like she's gone. Maybe its my body's way of protecting itself through denial.

I had this dream the night of June 16, 2011

Part 1

It was dusk. I was at a race track. There were thoroughreds in the court yard area. I was part of a team- 3 riders per horse. I was apprehensive about three people being on a TB but I put on my jumpsuit anyways. I was to ride in back. We rode bareback. I clambered on and the thoroughbred, a dark bay gelding/stallion began to pop his hindquarters up and buck. I held on with my legs and to the rider in front of me and began to voice my concerns over my being in back. They were younger and smaller and I stated that the heavier rider should be in the middle of the horse's back, not on the hindquarters. They just told me I was to stay put. The horse pranced forward and we came to the start of the 'race' track. Smoke began to fill the air and ahead the trees beside the track were in flames and there were firetrucks putting the fire out. We were told to ride forward. Our horse began to nervously prace and bounce from side to side. I held on and gripped with my legs, fearful of a wreck.

Part 2

I was in the house and I saw that the front door was open. I didn't see the cats. I ran outside and saw them across the street. I ran over to them as I saw a few dogs running toward them. I grabbed Xena and Woodrow, but Jazz was struggling to get free. The were clawing me as I grabbed them all and was yelling for help. The neighbors came out and chased the dogs away and I walked toward the house. In the flower bed, I saw Jazz's legs. I threw the other cats inside the door and saw a dog wrestling with Jazz. I grabbed the dog and threw it off, then picked up Jazz. He was limp and I saw blood matted around his throat. He lay in my arms and I began to cry and turned to the neighbors and said "Someone call the vet! Someone call a vet!" It was dusk by this time and the man that was on the phone said he couldn't find a vet that was open. Jazz was very weak, but he kept kneading me and purring. I was crying and on my phone, trying to find the number to an ER vet. My fiance came and took Jazz and put him in a carrier. When I realized he was tucked in a carrier, I was furious and afraid he'd been put in there less-than-gently. I ran into the house and got the number for the ER vet off of the fridge and called. It was dark now and I looked out to see the crate EMPTY. I ran out and saw Jazz crawling across the yard. I began to scream and cry and ran to get him, picking him up in my arms and seeing his pumpkin orange eyes fading. I was beside myself with grief.

Had this dream May 6, 2011. We were giving our horse away the next day.

M and I are at home (although its not our home) and I realize there are two women in the home as well. They are sitting and making themselves comfortable and I am incredibly uneasy. M ignores them and we go into the bedroom where I begin to ask him questions. He tells me they needed a place to stay and I become very upset. We are sitting on the bed arguing and I realize that one of the women is in the room with a toothless grin. She has long, dark brown, stringy hair and appears to be well weathered by the sun and drug abuse. She starts to tell me that I can't make her leave since she was invited. She then tells me that I am just jealous that M let her in and I am at a loss for words; I am furious. I push her out of the bedroom into the front room and start screaming at her and she is screaming at me. Her other friend watches on- she has blond, shorter hair and is also obviously a homeless/drug addict. The dark haired woman and I start to paw at each other and I am trying to push her out of the front door but she is screaming and I feel very sluggish. M is asking what I am doing and I motion for the other blond one to come over here. I shove both women out the door. The dark haired women is still screeching at how I can't do this, how she'll get back in when I leave, and she shoves her fingers in the door. I slam the door against her and she howls in pain. I am panicking and I am holding the door, trying to lock it as the two women scratch at the door and scream. I reach over for the phone and try to dial the police but am having a difficult time dialing it correctly. The women are still throwing themselves against the door and I am horrified. The police finally answer but the dispatcher is asking me irrelevant questions and I am trying to explain that I have two women trying to break into my house. I see the women outside now trying to figure out how to get into the house and I am bewildered. M is of no help.

Had this dream last week- can't remember the day.

I'm back in high school. The campus is like a maze- it is a mesh of both of my real high schools. I am thinking to myself how I am done with high school and how dreadful it is to be back here. I am aware that I am to report to my courses- I have a paper in my hand and I have no clue where the rooms are that I am supposed to be in. I wearily walk around the campus, not seeing any sign of room numbers or indication of where I need to go. The campus is eerily quiet and it almost seems like I am here for an event, not necessarily class. I finally stumble upon the room I am supposed to be and remember why I am here. It is a drama class and my friend Kaila and I are supposed to be presenting a skit. We are going over our skit together and I realize that everyone else is wearing costumes. I panic knowing I don't have a costume. I tell Kaila I'll be back and I run out of the room to my home (nearby). I dig through the closet finding some western clothing and come running back, the clothes half on. When I get there, the last skit has just gone and we are next. I am panicking as I realize I don't know what the lines are and I fumble through my script.

I then see Kaila go onto the stage and I see my fiance riding a horse. He leans over to open a gate and the horse stumbles and rolls onto its side, trapping M. I begin to scream, but I am stuck in place as I watch the paint mare trying to stand up and each time failing and rolling onto M who is screaming for help. I am running in slow motion as I see the life draining from him.

I had this dream on the night of April 16, 2011. I don't remember the entire dream in detail

I was at a gathering at my grandparent's ranch. I was with my mother and sister. Family members were all around- together for some reason.

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I'm inside a cafeteria. There are men dressed in jump suits. They appear to be prisoners. Someone is handing me a jump suit and telling me I'll be here for a few days if all goes well. My mom and sister are there with me and they are asking how to pick me up. I start to feel bewildered. The 'counselor' that will be overseeing me during my stay tells me I have to say goodbye. I begin to really panic.

My mom and sister start to walk out the door and I try to follow them while the counselor calls my name. I stop at the door, where guards are posted, and I start to call my mom's name in alarm. She doesn't turn around. I am crying and keep calling after her.

My fiance then rushes up- he had just heard. He tells me not to worry, he'll get me out and I grab him and hug him and am crying. I am horrified and feel trapped. He tells me to calm down and everything will be alright. He then has to leave as guards push him away. I walk inside the dismal cafeteria and find my counselor again. He tells me I'll have to go get my name punched onto the jump suit. We proceed to walk through a hall to where a man is sitting behind a desk/station. He has a computer terminal and I think this must be a very low security prison.

As the two chat, I see a wiley looking prisoner walk near the desk and when the guard isn't looking, slips scissors that the guard left on the counter into his shirt sleeve. I can't find my words but start making noises and try to alert the guards. "Scissors...Scissors" is all I can stammer as the prisoner walks around toward the counselor and I.

The prisoner starts shouting at the counselor and the counselor asks him to calm down. The prisoner pulls out the scissors and stabs the counselor several times. I am pushing myself into the wall, trying to get away as the prisoner begins to run around trying to stab other people. Other people start to fight and a riot breaks out. I am crying and petrified as I sneak past the man with scissors to the hallway and hide myself in a corner of the wall by a bathroom door.

He comes running down the hall, stabbing people as he goes. I am crammed on the ground, in a fetal position thinking to myself "I won't make it a few days in here- I won't make it until they release me". In my mind, I know I'm innocent of whatever charge they've got me here for, but they just have to figure it out.

I then notice a glass door to my right where people are walking around normally. I get up and run there and there are regular, plain clothes people walking around. This is a 'mall' that is attached to the prison. It is still heavily guarded. A visiting area, almost. I see my fiance outside and since I haven't changed into my jumpsuit yet I look normal, so I walk right out the doors.

My fiance and I rush to the car and we get inside. He then tells me he is in trouble too- they're looking for him but he'll be away for a long time and I tell him we have to run away. I notice metal bars slide across the mall exits as sirens go off to announce the riot inside the prison.

I had this dream around a week ago

It is snowing out and cold. I am in the car with my fiance. He is driving me to work. He pulls into a parking lot and tells me he has to drop me off here. I tell him it is far from my job but he said he'll come back and get me to drop me off in a little while.

I get out and walk into a coffee shop. There are many people inside. I get in line to order and realize I know one of the other people there. They start to talk to me and I am worried I will be late for work. My phone isn't working so I can't call my fiance to pick me up.

I had this dream on the night of March 2, 2011. I don't remember much

I was in a parking lot, leaving work. One of my coworkers called after me and I walked back to see what was wrong. He was one of my superiors. He asked me what I was doing later. I told him I was busy and he touched my face with his hand. I was very uncomfortable. He continued to talk to me and touch my face, then when I backed up, his hand brushed against my chest. I turned to leave. I found my sister sitting in the parking lot in my old car and told her that one of my coworkers was acting really strange. We then saw him walking our way and I tried to hide behind the car to get away from him. It was autumn, dusk, and there were clouds in the sky. There was a gentle breeze. Not cold, but cool.

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I was in a Mexican grocery store/market. I had a shopping cart and I was browsing the aisles. I left my cart against the wall for a minute while I grabbed food from the deli, and when I came back, a woman had taken my cart. I had some items in there already and tried to communicate that she had her items in my cart. Because she spoke spanish, we had a difficult time, but she handed me a cart of hers and indicated I could use it. However, it was her personal cart, so I went outside and tried to find another cart to use. They were all frozen and covered in ice. I couldn't find an unfrozen one and didn't want my groceries to get wet. I thought it was weird that the carts were frozen when it was really hot out.

I had this dream Feb. 14th. I did not sleep well and woke frequently

I am in a bunker. It is metallic and technologically advanced. There is a man sitting in it next to a computer screen. He has auburn hair that is longer and falls in front of his eyes. He turns to me and we are connected. I feel as if I need him. I go to him and hold him. He awkwardly holds me back. He is not warm and loving. There is no compassion in him. We kiss and embrace. I feel as if I have been searching for him forever.

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We are walking through the woods, the man, a few others, and myself. There is a pond that we are walking down to. We see a family that is setting up a picnic nearby. The father sees us and is troubled. He tells us we are trespassing. He comes at us and his family is behind him. The other friends flee, and it is just my partner and I. The family is composed of the husband, his wife and two daughters, perhaps in their early teens. As we are trying to flee, the father catches up and grabs my partner. I cry out and turn back. I fight off the father and I tell my partner to run. We are both running, but the father catches me. I struggle and am able to pull out of his grasp, but fall into the pond. The pond is now a deep swimming pool and I dive down to the bottom. I see the father swimming toward me and I try to evade him. I hear him speaking, but he is speaking in my mind. He tells me I am trapped. He tells me they are coming and his two daughters splash into the pool. I am thrashing and trying to get away. I think of my partner and hope he is ok. That is all I am worried about.

That's all I can remember right now. I have had this man in my dreams twice now. He is the same man (but I do not know him in reality) and I am always raptured by him. I feel like he is my soul mate, although he does not show any compassion toward me. He rarely talks.

I had this dream several months ago, but just recalled it

It is dark out. There is a carnival in town. The bright, lit up signs are displaying names of the acts. The signs and a few flood lights are the only thing lighting up the area. Otherwise, it is dark. There is a maze of metal roofing parts that is an attraction. I am scared, because there is barely any light in this maze and I get the sense there are people in this maze besides just me. I begin to walk through the maze, trying to get closer to the lights of the carnival, but I keep hitting dead ends.

A black boy, maybe my age, walks out from the shadows. He is wearing a navy sweater and jeans. I know he is dead, a spirit, and become very alarmed. I start to run through the maze and other spirits start to appear beside me. I come across another family, a father and his two girls, and they are as scared as me. We can tell the other is alive and we join up together. We are running through the maze and I have the hand of one of the daughters. The shadows behind us are alarming and I want to get out of there quickly.

Suddenly,we find the end and spill out onto the dark green grass and muddy soil. We see the pitiful carnival, which consists of one food vendor (the kind that is a trailer with glass and lightbulbs to make up the lighting) and I see a fence that is blocking off the metal maze. They tell me it is off limits and that I wasn't supposed to go in there. That it wasn't part of the carnival. I get in trouble, because of it, and they ask me to leave, closing the chain link fence behind me. I am in the dark outside the fence and I am alarmed that I will have the spirits follow me now that they know me.

I had this dream the night of Feb. 9, 2011. My memory of it is limited

My fiance and I were at my aunt's house. We were watching the news and a story came on about the end of the world. It said we only had 2 weeks before a massive phenomenon would destory the planet. I began to panic and my fiance got up and walked out.

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We had gone to my grandfather's ranch. Others were there. No one seemed concerned about the end of the world. I continued to ponder what it would mean for the world to end. What I wanted to do in my two weeks time. It was morning and I had just gotten up. I looked outside and he was working on a car with my grandfather and some other men. I thought how infuriating it was that the world was ending in a matter of days and he was out working on a vehicle.

I pulled my robe around me and walked outside. I noticed some new horses were in the pastures. They were tall and bucksin or gruella paints. I noticed a little girl with curly, blond hair standing by the cabin and a horse standing in front of it with a bridle on. It was a nice looking, gruella paint mare. She was nervously prancing around. The girl was looking at the horse and seemed scared. I saw my fiance had gone into the cabin and I walked up the steps, then saw another man sleeping on the cot and just waved at my fiance, who gave me a peculiar look.

I then walked back down the steps and I was dressed in my regular riding clothes with my boots on. I grabbed the mare by one rein and moved her back from the little girl. I asked her if she had ever been around horses and she shook her head. She reached out to pet the horse, but the mare was prancing and I warned the girl not to get too close because the horse might step on her. The girl retreated and looked scared again. I walked to tie the mare up to one of the trees and as I did so, the girl lit up and yelled out a name while looking at the horses. I said "Do you know these horses?" in a sly tone, and she smiled at me and I said "Are these your horses?" She smiled and grinned with a giggle.

Woke up to the alarm

I had this dream on Feb. 7, 2011. I had a fever and horrible headache when I fell asleep.

A dimly lit courthouse was bustling with arrivals. As I entered the court room, where the trial was to be held, I saw my friends seated high up in the distanced seats for those that are unimportant. I was disappointed that I had such a diminished status that I was seated so far away that I would only be able to make out shapes and not faces of those accused of murder. Everyone was excited about this trial, for the murder suspects were two brothers, barely old enough to be called men. My friends were laughing together and joking about the trial; it was more entertainment than anything to them. I was disgusted in their childish view of this life-or-death situation and wandered down near the judge's quarters, as we weren't yet required to be seated. I looked at the defendant's table and grew curious about the two boys in this case. I had heard only limited information, but from what I had heard, they had poisoned someone, perhaps a family? Suddenly, the bailiff walked out onto the court room floor and began to settle papers. People in the court room began to quiet down and find their seats. I looked up to find that people had crammed there way into seats where I was supposed to be, and I was very upset that I had lost my opportunity to see this trial. As I went to leave, I saw a quirky looking journalist walking in. She had pigtails and glasses and was holding a notepad. She looked at me and asked if I was alright. I explained that I had lost my seat and that I was upset because I had really wanted to see the trial. She told me that if I helped her take notes, I could sit with her. I gladly accepted and she handed me a notepad.

She headed toward her seat and I was pleasantly surprised when I realized she was in the front row, behind the defendant's table. I seated myself and noted the distinguished guests beside me, dressed in high fashion and with their noses pointed in the air. I saw my aunt, who was exasperated, because her seat she'd purchased had been taken. When she saw me, she angrily exclaimed that if I were able to get a seat, then perhaps she didn't want to be sitting down here. I was not surprised by her remark and smirked when she walked out of the court room.

The bailiff called the room to order and we all rose as the judge entered. When he took his seat, everyone's attention was diverted to the side door opening and the two defendant's being ushered in. One of the men, the older brother, was wearing overalls and a plaid shirt, his brown hair slicked back. He looked mean and unforgiving. His younger brother, closer to my age, had on a red shirt and overalls and had his shaggy, auburn hair loose and falling in front of his eyes. They seated themselves and the trial began.

I listened and took notes, and then the boys were asked to give testimony. They were taken up together, to answer questions, which I thought was unusual. But only one was asked a question at a time. When the older brother was answering, the younger boy kept looking around the court room, as if searching for something. A few times, he would skim over my area and I felt something stir in my chest. His hazel eyes were intelligent and calculating, but I also detected fear.

One of the lawyers held up a bottle of orange liquid, which reminded me of DayQuil, and explained that this is the poison believed to have killed the family. The older boy rolled his eyes, but the younger boy gulped and stared at the bottle. He seemed nervous and his hair clung to his forehead where sweat beaded. We were adjourned for lunch, then, and I got up and walked quickly out of the court room. I stood in the hallway, breathing rapidly, the fear in the boy's eyes eating at my soul. Down the hall, I saw the two brothers, shackled, being led from the court room. The younger boy turned and looked at me and I saw his eyes widen. They were walked into a room in back, and I felt a sudden urge to go talk to him. I crept down the hall, making sure no one saw me, and I turned the knob on the door where the brothers had disappeared. As I did so, someone turned the knob on the other side, and I saw the younger brother's face appear. I stepped back, not fearful but surprised, and he put his finger to his lips.

Taking my hand, he pulled me down the hallway and into an elevator. The doors closed and he punched in a floor. I stood nervously across the elevator from him and he turned to me. I snatched a glance his way and saw him staring. I then turned to look at him and we stared into each other. We did not look at each other, but into one another, and I felt his fear and adrenaline. He held in his hand the bottle of orange liquid and I gulped. His sweaty fingerprints were all over the bottle. He was shaking and I took the bottle from his hand and put my hand there instead. As the doors of the elevator opened, we saw men in uniforms trotting down the hallway. The boy slammed his fist against the elevator buttons and we took off. He pushed the emergency stop button and we came screeching to a halt. One of the cables must have broken, because the elevator titled sideways, as if hanging by one cable, and we were thrown against the back wall. I landed against him and I didn't go to move. Instead, I rest against him, my face pushed into his shoulder. We were both breathing heavily and I was scared for my life, for this man was a murderer. Yet, when I looked up and saw the fear tracing in his eyes; swirling with a maddening look of passion, I couldn't help but feel that this is where I was supposed to be. We held each other then, and I clung to him as he clung to me. He lowered his head to my face and we kissed, just a soft kiss, and then we held each other once more. As we stood there, we heard people yelling down and crews working to get to us. After what seemed hours, but I am sure was only minutes, he moved and I knew we had to go. He couldn't be found here. He kicked the top of the elevator out with his feet and pulled me out. We walked along the elevator shaft, out onto a ledge, and then we made our way down onto the streets. I smoothed his hair back and we walked anxiously. I clutched the bottle of orange liquid to my chest as we walked away from the court house.

I asked him then if he did it. He told me that he didn't want to talk about it. He told me bad things happen, and that he was caught up in one of them. But he told me he was not a bad person, and that he'd never hurt anyone. That he would never hurt me. I was afraid of him again, and shivered as I walked with him. He told me he had to go get something, but he'd be back for me. We embraced, nothing passionate, just an embrace, and he was gone. I stood still for a few seconds, looking around me, and I wondered if he would actually come back.

I then looked up to see the journalist marching my way. She had fury written all over her face. She told me if I was going to use her to get a good seat, then I might as well just not come back. I calmed her down and told her I had information, as it seemed the only way to quiet her. I told her I'd talked to the younger brother, and that I could get an interview from him. She suddenly forgot that she was mad at me and we walked into her apartment (which was surprisingly close by) and she began to ask me questions. I worried he'd come back, see I wasn't there, and leave me. I kept opening the door so I could see out onto the square where he left me, but there was no sign of him. I worried and missed him. I'd never felt so close to anyone before. Even though he was being charged with murder, even though he was strange, he was beautiful and kind and gentle. He was who I was supposed to be with- no matter what that meant.