Sleep patterns

September 9th, 2001

Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill, overlooking a valley

An ambulance came and took out a dead woman

Gary asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking

They hadn't closed her eyes yet

She must have died on the way

A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance

They were all crying and hugging each other

One woman screamed hysterically

And grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up

I had to tell Gary that her soul went to heaven

I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand

Two days from now, at 9 a.m., the planes will hit the World Trade Center

Killing over 3, 000 people

I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless

But today, there is a God, and He has a plan for him

He doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart

And I will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years

And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down

And he asks me what I wanted all my life

I tell him, "I don't know"

I don't tell him about the dream I had the night before

Where I'm riding in a car full of strangers

And singing to some song I've never heard and smoking a cigarette

We swerve off the road and hit a tree

I go through the windshield and hit the edge of the fence

Dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall

Where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured

I bleed to death in excruciating pain

I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers one by one

Introducing them all to each other until we are a close group of friends

I will set these events in motion and I will die

But today in the warm light of the sunset

I don't see it, I just see the sunset

I smile back and shake my head

I have absolutely no idea, I am afraid