I woke up last night about 1:30-ish from a nightmare. My heart was racing, and it took a while to calm down. The cause?
Earlier in the evening, a police helicopter circled and circled above our neighborhood with bullhorn blaring! The problem with a bullhorn from a helicopter is that it is totally unintelligible unless you go outside–which you probably shouldn’t!
If they were saying, “Everybody get out of your houses; they are about to explode from a gas leak!” then we should run out!
If they were saying, “Stay inside because there is an axe murderer on the loose!” then we should probably stay inside, bring the dog in, bolt the door, and–well, you get it.
As it is, you can’t understand what the threat is and cannot respond accordingly except by having nightmares of a black bearded man in a black knitted cap (probably Canadian–maybe Russian, or maybe from Alabama), standing by my slider with a gun, and me so shaken as to not be able to form words. My “Get the gun!” sounded like my gargling. And besides that, Hubby couldn’t hear me with the electric toothbrush on!
So do you get why I woke up, heart racing? Oy.