You say anyone would have done better as president. I totally agree, but how did b00sh convince so many people otherwise? Ugh!
I had some nightmares last night, too. I was at my parents house, when I saw a plane flying low, heading for the ground. It was followed by two other planes. The first one hit just a street or two behind the house. We all ran to the back yard to see what we could see. When we went back up front, the neighbors directly across the street were scattering as half of their house had been leveled. There was a small fire across the street in a wooded area that I kept wanting to put out before the entire area burned down, but I had no access to water. I kept hearing more explosions. Some far away and some close by. I ran inside to watch tv to see what they were saying, and there were football games on all the channels. I was SO mad. I couldn't believe they'd let the games run even through this horrible attack that was going on. I stood in there with my parents and asked my father what he thought was happening. He didn't really know, but he knew it was something horrible. I couldn't decide if it was safer to stand outside where I could run if I saw something nearing us or inside where I might be safer from debris and fire. It was all so terrifying. The explosions were almost as constant as popcorn. At that point, I decided they must be bombing us, too, because they couldn't have had so many planes crashing around us. I kept wondering if it was isolated or nationwide.
I was so relieved when my dreams finally shifted to something more lighthearted. Still bizarre, but at least not terrifying.
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branchandroot
Scary dreams and bad presidents.
Date: 2001-09-29 11:45 am (UTC)I had some nightmares last night, too. I was at my parents house, when I saw a plane flying low, heading for the ground. It was followed by two other planes. The first one hit just a street or two behind the house. We all ran to the back yard to see what we could see. When we went back up front, the neighbors directly across the street were scattering as half of their house had been leveled. There was a small fire across the street in a wooded area that I kept wanting to put out before the entire area burned down, but I had no access to water. I kept hearing more explosions. Some far away and some close by. I ran inside to watch tv to see what they were saying, and there were football games on all the channels. I was SO mad. I couldn't believe they'd let the games run even through this horrible attack that was going on. I stood in there with my parents and asked my father what he thought was happening. He didn't really know, but he knew it was something horrible. I couldn't decide if it was safer to stand outside where I could run if I saw something nearing us or inside where I might be safer from debris and fire. It was all so terrifying. The explosions were almost as constant as popcorn. At that point, I decided they must be bombing us, too, because they couldn't have had so many planes crashing around us. I kept wondering if it was isolated or nationwide.
I was so relieved when my dreams finally shifted to something more lighthearted. Still bizarre, but at least not terrifying.