I was on a major highway system, and I was heading north, I think. I was traveling towards the major airport of the area. I'm not sure what area I was supposed to be in, but whatever it was, it was supposed to be familiar to me. I was traveling fairly quickly, and all of a sudden there was a big uproar. It seems that a lot of police and fire department personnel, and some airline security people, all of a sudden showed up surrounding me on the road. It's like they all drove/flew in from my peripheral vision all at once, and converged into one area directly in front of my by a couple of hundred feet.
I slowed down and came to a stop. It turned out that there was something about some guy that was trying to blow up the airport or airplanes or something, and they were just able to capture him. Because of the construction of the road, there was room under the road for something about the size of a mobile home or a 18 wheeler trailer. After his capture, they put him in there. I don't know what got me to do it, but eventually I wound up under the road and in the trailer/mobile home with the suspect. I was told before I went in that he was very fanatical about something, and talking to him would be dangerous for me.
I went in anyway, and found out that he was actually a relative of mine. He was either supposed to be my son, or a nephew of mine. They had his arms and hands bound up in a straight jacket, but he was free to walk around in there. I was surprised to see this relative in so much trouble and to see how he had gone really down hill. Slowly, as I talked to him or hung around in there with him, he started to change and become more and more familiar. Slowly he changed into Bryan (the guy that stalked me in Virginia), and I realized that I had to leave. Eventually I did, but I started getting letters from Bryan, who was telling me about his recent life and telling me how he wanted to see me again.
I was trying to read the letter as I was driving. It was night time, and I was in my old Toyota Carolla FX. I was driving down the road that went past the Farm Bureau. I was having trouble reading because of lack of light, movement because of driving, and I just couldn't concentrate. I was getting upset about Bryan having found me in Texas. (even though I was in Virginia?)
Finally I decided to go home. I turned right and went towards the Weyers Cave Post Office, parked in front and got out. I went into the main lobby and up the stairs that were right in front of me. Em (wife) and I had an apartment that was in an upper floor of the post office. I got up there, put my stuff down, and went into our bedroom and bathroom to change. There was a bit of light coming in from outside, almost as if it were late evening now, and the light had a bit of a green tint to it.
I got my pants off, and then I heard a noise out in the other room. There weren't any windows in our master bath, and our bedroom only had one window that was off to my right. (the left was the door that went out into the living room). I left the bedroom, went through our dining room, and turned right into the living area. I heard another noise, and I went to the edge of the living area and looked out onto the screened porch. (I was now very obviously on the ground floor)
Off to the right, where the door to the porch went outside, I saw a dark figure moving. I knew it was Bryan. He started coming in through the screened porch. I starting having a quiet fit while trying to creep away from the window unseen. I was starting to panic because I didn't know what to do. He knew where we lived, and he was coming in, not realizing that I was there. I felt completely trapped.
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