We were all outside, outside of out house, I leave on my bike as some guy is yelling at my parents and possibly other people in the neighborhood. Mind you, this is not Lancaster, but a neighborhood that also contains one of the parents of my friends. I go off on a scooter and drive out to some sort of playground – it has gotten dark, almost unholy looking here. I think of it as normal and finally get home where everything Is quiet. My sister is off in some place, and I have no clue where she is. I end up going to sleep (I assume) and I learn from people tomorrow that my parents are in the hospital, and I want to know why. I go in and look at a list, and the only person that I know on it is me. Later out, I learn that this was a list of people who were either gone or refused medical treatment. Someone else is standing by another sheet, and my parents names arte both on it, with the relevant information. I go up to my dads room, and find my mom along the way. My mom stands pristine, although I learn that she has been raped by some sort of branch. (The guy raped her and finished with a branch?) They were able to remove the semen (although my mom calls it baby for some reason) from her, and she is currently worrying about what our dad will think about her fidelity. I keep wondering why he would wonder about that if my mother didn't have a choice in the whole matter. We finally get into my fathers room, where his leg is elevated and it looks like it is something serious. From what I learn about his condition (and my dad is awake telling me this) is that the injuries aren't serious, and that the would be coming home tomorrow. I asked him whether he was going into work the next day, but apparently all the actions I had described had happened on Thursday night, and that is was Friday night when I was talking to him.

My dad also tells me that the guy (and I never get to look at his face – I just know it is a guy because of what I recollect) had went berserk after I left, killing the entire family of one of my friends. He had also killed one of two parents in another family of someone I knew – for the life of me, I don't remember what my father said. In the middle of telling this, though, people that are in the same ward (I think they were also people hurt by this mysterious man) start yelling at my father, and he responds by throwing some sort of clothing-looking stuff (blankets) at the rest of the people in the ward. After learning about this information, it is like it faded to black – a new scene starts, without any explanation about if my parents had came home that night, or even if it was the same night, week, or month.

I’m laying in a very dark room. I have the TV on, on top of its black entertainment stand. I was watching TV, and an mTV news spot pops up, saying that Bad Religion was incredibly sorry for the events I had just mentioned, and as a retort, planned to rename their album "Grease Slick Street" from "Process of Belief". Now, from what I can gain, the killer was supposed to have listened to too much Bad Religion, and the band was getting heat for its lyrics. Getting bored with that, I pick up a Newsweek that has me on the cover, which says "What Could He Have Done?" I don't remember getting my photo taken at anytime, and this is where the dream ends. Needless to say, I was pretty shaken when I woke up, and I proceeded to run down stairs and type this up before all of the information provided in the dream was forgotten by a brain too jittery.

I am a firm believer in the fact that dreams enlighten us through having such absurd imagery. This imagery is obviously absurd enough, but what could the killer stand for? I obviously left my family and friends, and he was able to ravage them. Is it perhaps a counterpoint to the piece I wrote early Wednesday night, where I contemplated my usefulness to everyone, continually downgrading my struggle? That would make the most sense, as the unspoken moral of the story was that I should have stayed in the neighborhood, and perhaps I could have stopped the killer before anything bad happened to the families of me and my friends. The imagery of Bad Religion seems confusing at first. I like the band, but maybe there is something to be found in the renaming of their album.

Bad Religion renamed their album as a result of pressure by groups that claimed their music was what inspired the killer to do his evil deeds. By changing the title of their album to something else, they are conforming to their beliefs. Perhaps my mind is linking together Jimmy Eat World, a band I can't say I like much, with a band that I love, and bringing the message underlying the changing of an artistic endeavor closer to me. From what I can perceive about this dream, it is that I am a valuable person, and not to change for anyone, not to abandon my family and friends. This is a message I thought I was able to bring out at the end of the "Fright" article, but apparently my subconscious is ensuring that I do not forget it anytime soon. I just wish my subconscious could find another way of showing me the error of my ways besides scaring the holy begeezus out of me.