I was pulled out of third stage REM sleep this morning by the alarm, and I was grateful.
I had a dream that war was imminent. As in, they're a mile a way and they're coming here. My job was to secure a house, not my house but I'll call it that. I had my niece Angelina with me and we moved everything down to the crawlspace, food, water, bedrolls, lights, kitties, everything you'd need to survive a siege, and waited.
My niece drifted off to sleep on her bedroll and I became bored and restless. I wanted to see what was going on outside, so I crept out of the hatch and went down to this dry creek bed where we were setting up defensive positions. My brother was there and we talked for a little bit.
Then I looked over my shoulder at the house, at the field around it, and I saw them, our enemies. They weren't soldiers but civilians, armed with all kinds of farm implements and such, scythes, pitchforks, stuff like that. They were closer to the house than I was and I panicked.
I started running toward the house.
"Where you going?" my brother shouted after me.
"I have to go get Angel," I said.
And that's when the alarm went off. Man, was I grateful when I woke and realized it was all a dream. The fear, the panic, the sheer terror....that was real.