I had my first nightmare
last night that correlated to the 9/11/01 tragedy. I've felt oddly removed
from the whole tragedy
, but I woke up crying
I was in my parents house, sitting in my old room watching television. I heard a horrible sound and I looked out the window and saw a jet pass by. Then I saw two more jets flying straight for the window. There was a bright flash, and then I was walking through a bunch of rubble. I saw my neice and nephew, who live next door, under a pile of cement...dead. All I could do was cry...and that's how I woke up.
Maybe this was a wake up call for me not to be so damn self-absorbed.