Nightmares In The Suburbs

I had nightmares last night. They were about war breaking out in The Northern Suburbs of St. Paul. It was KKK from the north against football players from a more southern region. At a point, I drove in the line and went to pick up the next dead body. Blood was everywhere. It was terrifying. I also got caught on a bridge, in Stillwater, that was sinking into the freezing cold water. Cars were lined up the whole way. Then there was another scene where I went back to Hamline University for a semester and I got a call from my mom and she asked me about my brother, Peter. She said he hadn't been seen since 10:30 AM the day before. I had a flash that he was dead and by the Mississippi River. These dreams woke me up they were so troubling. I just got up, took a shower and did the dishes. Now I am at Starbucks in The IDS. Some kind of shift is happening in the silence that is surrounded by a scream. I have very little to put in an entry today, but I know that I must welcome the change even if it is painful. It is all painful anyway. No cognitive distortion there. It really is.