anti:freeze

From a recurring dream (or sequence of dreams?):

I. Ten years ago today, the missing woman was found. Her casket has been exhumed and placed on an empty bedframe in the cellar. As I ascend the stairs, I am overcome with the sensation I have been here before. I am not sure I want to see the body.

II. A man leads me into a closet, pulling me gently by the wrist. He has papers, he tells me. Documents that will prove who I am.

III. We are trapped in the lobby of a suburban bank, locked inside by enemy forces. The basement is flooded. Gunmen hide beneath surplus desks, soaking and waiting. I decide to risk it and run downstairs to fetch my cell phone. I want to call Los Angeles. I feel an urgent need to connect with Wendy O.