I'm wondering around a house with a young woman. Not much going on here.
Cut to a high end mall/fitness center with round courtyards, gyms, food courts, theaters and 3 levels of posh capitalism artifacts. I'm skating around exuberantly with bare feet...no with socks on jumping over stairs and couches just taking it all in.
As I am about to leave a large group of people are leaving as if a show had just ended. I see someone and it's Mos Def and his friend. I'm next to him and say what's up Mos? As if I know him personally. We shake hands and walk outside.
Mos and his friend walk off along the side of the building as gunshots ring out. I realize it is not Mos Def when he and his friend turn around and head back toward the shots. They draw guns and start running into the fray.
I turn to see a small boy running toward the shots alone and crying. I grab the boy and run away from the mall. I head down the street and around a corner. I try to talk to the boy but he can't communicate well. He's about 9 or 10 and I figure he's autistic. He says something I interpret as Freddy. I hold him and he is calm but frightened.
After the commotion stops and hundreds of police officers have arrived I walk back toward the scene of the incident. I hear a news feed explaining it was a lone shooter aiming at officials and civilians.
I look for an officer to tell about the child to find his parents but I am small and they are big and armed and do not see me. Finally one sees me in the mix and says they will get a superior to help. The dream ends before the boy is safe. I just hold him hoping his parents are still alive.
(Not a dream)
Makes me cry to think about it now. I was camping this past weekend and a 5 year old boy was hit by a dead fall tree and killed and a small girl, a little older, was hurt badly too. I had rushed to tell the camp hosts and someone called 911. It was very sad and I wish there was more I could have done or known about the children. Very sad.
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