Dream Interrupted
Immediately after closing my eyes, five men were in a line up growling and yelling at the unseen authorities, who were volubly commanding them to stay still for the camera. The second from the left was brandishing a middle finger in a large hand, vehemently continuing his noises. Next instant, that man’s scowl was gone; hoods popped over their heads. The middle finger had also been shrouded, and loud noises woke me up.
Were those noises in my room? I picture cars falling onto our yard from a height of dozens of feet. Three such bangs.
I meant to take a look outside.
I concluded it was in my head.
Where could they have taken the hooded men.
I was going back to sleep, but I was really not, because the thought of returning to the hooded men kept me from returning…