Are nightmares contagious?
One day after Sun restaurant critic/blogger Elizabeth Large had a nightmare about being recognized in the Milton Inn, I too had a vivid, terrible nightmare. Mine was much more intense, though.
I was a child, and my friend and I had snuck up to the house of a certain Baltimore nightlife/entertainment/real estate mogul who shall remain nameless. Let's call him Bob for the sake of this story.
So there we are, crouching by Bob's house, trying to see what's going on inside, when we hear someone coming. We scatter into the nearby trees, as Bob comes out of the house with another guy. I run a little ahead of my friend, so that we are separated by about 50 yards.
Here is where it gets wild ...
Bob is carrying a semi-automatic weapon. Suddenly, he spots my friend, and starts shooting at him. He wounds my friend, and then goes absolutely still for a few seconds.
I'm in the forest, he's right by me, and I'm trying to hold my breath. I can't hear or see anything. I"m just hoping he doesn't hear me. I am freaking out, man.
"I thought I heard a rustle," Bob says to his friend. "Just the slightest sound."
Then I woke up. My heart was pounding. Even now, I get the jitters when I think about it.