life of uncertainty

First alert of the dream is looking out a window at work (from upstairs). It is snowing. I am shocked to see the snow as it is October. I am elated because this means we will have to go home early. I look to the parking lot to see my parents' minivan. I head downstaris to talk w/ my family. We are waiting for David to come out of T Moblie (they are across the way from my work) We see him coming out of the lobby, he is limping and leaning on Scott for support.I am writing this the following morning so details are fuzzier now. In the next 'scene' my mother and I are visiting a storage unit, small brick buildings across the alley from my apartment. In the waking world these buildings are a bunch of small businesses.

We have a baby with us. I am not sure whether it is my baby although I am thinking that it is because I recall that I had the baby in my arms. There are two rooms, a door separating the two. We have the main door to the outside open. A man comes in and begins to take this stack of boxes. They are some sort of electonic gadget in small boxes (hubs, modems?) There are multiple piles of these boxes. I place myself in front of him, firmly asking him what he is doing. He ignores me and begins unwrapping the packages. I tell him that if he leaves quietly we will not report him but he keeps unwrapping. Then he gathers a stack and tries to leave. I block him with my body and am thrusting myself forward w/ the baby in my arms. He is dodging me but isn't really that threatening. (although after recounting this verbally I do really recall the gradual escalation of my body preparing for fight mode) At some point I realize that I am endangering the baby and give it to my mother. (the secondary person in all the phases of my dreams is always interacting with my verbally but stops being my mother after this next act, and never is any real support in the dream)

It becomes apparent he is not going to leave quietly so I back up to the door and close it. I begin digging in my bag, and clothing searching for my cell phone. At this he becomes agitated and comes at me w/ a hammer or some such tool. I pick up pliars or something similiar. It is like a light goes on in his eyes. He is delighted to see I think I can successfully brandish a 'weapon' It becomes quickly apparent that he is very skilled and I have no hope. I go back to trying to dial 911 and only using the pliars to block hits. The 911 calling is frantic and very intense. I have to hug the wall to get reception. I try speed dial but realize I have a # programmed. I don't get through successfully the first time so I think that I have to dial a 9 for an outside line first (I recall looking at my phone and seeing 9911 and being relieved) that doesn't work so I try again and connect.

The next frew parts are fuzzy. I think I possibly blocked myself into the small room with my mom and we waited. Time elapses and it is later that day and my mom is telling me that he ended up leaving without taking stuff or maybe he returned it when he was found so he has been released (this is more my mind trying to piece together what happened than a true recollection)

At this point my dream becomes interrupted by the snooze button on my alarm.

I am back in the storage area w/ someone. We are back to arranging the area and are talking about what happened. As we sit to talk I see out of the door, there are a series of hedges, square, trimmed, chest height, arranged in rows going as far as the eye can see.

I think I see the man but it is so far away so I go back to talking. In my mind I think that if it was him I will see him continuously approaching but I don't so I go back to talking/working. After awhile I see him climb another one, then disappear. Scene repeats, tension, acuteness of my senses, grasping more and more of his features as he gets closer. His face is more and more menacing as he gets closer. I want to run but don't, and then he is just gone. I am on pins and needles. The fear in my mind is that he will come to my house. My house is right across the alley and I can feel that there is something personal between us and am sure that he is watching me. I am afraid to leave the storage, I know that I need to capture this guy.

I lose all sense of who my companion is but I take comfort in knowing I am not alone.

As it moves to night we move into the small room. The dorr is solid and the window is very tall so we figure if he comes back he will break in the main door. We will hear it, we will call the police, and we are safe even if detected. It is very late, very dark. It is so quiet. I sense he is out there, we hear noices, we realize he is attempting to scale the wall. The dream is very ominous at this point, well truthfully it has been a very, tense, negative dream all along. He doesn't successfully get in but he wants in , and he is one of the darkest energies I can recall in my dreams that this point.