you listen.

At least when it's 11pm and she's had one of her "dreams".

Two nights ago as I'm getting ready for bed my mom called.  First thing out of her mouth was "Kindra, are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

She had had a dream, where someone was standing over my bed covering my mouth.  She'd woken up and was ill, she'd been ill for a few days, so the vomit continued, but she managed to call me and make sure I was okay first.

My mom has been known for her dreams ... maybe I've mentioned this before?  She knew the Smart kid was alive, and even knew who took her - not a name, but she knew he'd worked in the families house.  She'd had a dream, I'd dreamt something similar that night.  We were both painting walls, mine were the color of mocha.  I nagged her to call America's Most Wanted - she did.  They laughed.  She was disheartened and sadly said "I knew they wouldn't believe me"

What happened 6 months later?  The Smart kid's sister comes forward and says the man she saw take her sister was the man who'd done work around their house.  Shortly after they were able to find Emily.  If they'd of listened to my mom would she have been found 5 or 6 months earlier?  We'll never know ... but I know to always give merit to my mom's dreams.  The Smart girl was not the first time she'd come to me with a dream ... normally she'd wake up, confused, come tell me her dream and later that day I'd see something on the news to match it.

Like when John Denver died, she came to me early in the morning and said "Last night I was flying a small aircraft over the ocean, but it wasn't me ... then I crashed into the ocean, but I felt at peace, I was okay with it being my time"  Later that day it's reported that John Denver had crashed his plane into the ocean ... coincidence?  I don't think so.

So I was a bit frightened after her phone call ... I even started to bitch Pumpkin out for not having replaced all my locks last month when I'd bought them.  Who knows who has a key to my place!  He did a half ass job and did the front door ... but hello!  I have two other doors that access outside.  Seriously, what with that still unexplained rose ended up on my front door ... which one of my dumb cats has pretty much ate.  I swear, no matter how high up I put it or hide it he kept looking for it, would find it, then knock it down.  I found it on the ground the other day, all that is left is a stem and some leaves.  The rose is missing.  Probably in his belly.  Mojo, you are a bastard 5 fingered cat.

Maybe her dream was an interpretation of something coming, maybe it was a direct symbolization, or maybe she just placed me in the dream and I actually represented some other female.  Either way, I like to ere on the side of caution.

Especially after the dream I had a few mornings ago.  I'd drifted back asleep for about 15 minutes after my alarm went off.  I was walking to get into the garage in my dream, there were 3 men after me.  I quickened my pace, got into the garage and tried to lock the door.  The lock just spun, the dead bolt would not engage into place.  I saw them walk past through the window, the human faces actually resembled wolves.  I ran to the other door and managed to lock it, then ran to the unlocked door and kept trying to lock it as they began pushing their way in.  I struggled, scared, terrified, then woke myself up.

That evening I found that my locked back gate that leads into the alley kicked in.  Someone kicked it so hard from the alley that the posts bent so the latch didn't reach the post and the gate just swung freely open and shut even with the latch locked.  Freakin trash that lives behind me.  My daughter said her friend told her her cousin had done this ... that would be the cousin of Jeni, the young girl who was killed in the explosion.  All hear-say ... but doesn't surprise me. 

My paranoid self is considering installing wireless cameras to record on my computer ... maybe I can even put one on the front of the house to catch the people trying to qualify down my street.  Everyday between 8 and 8:30, 3 and 3:30 and then around 10 or so it sounds like an expressway from my bathroom.