anxiety?

I moved into a new apartment 2 months ago - in my kitchen I hung a mirror above some shelving where I keep jars of spices, and dry goods.

In the dream I wake from a nap and walk into the kitchen to find the mirror (unbroken) on the floor and the shelving taken down. I go next door to get my neighbour and ask her if she had been at my apt. _ She says no - and I ask her to come with me to see what had happened.

When we get back to my kitchen other shelves have been put up and I feel the blood drain from my face - i look at her and say "they're still here" - I pick up my baseball bat and we search through each room and find no one - by the time we get back to the kitchen the shelves have changed again.

I pick up the phone and call my brother and ask him to come over - he tells me he can't but he knows what is going on. I say - what? He says there are a group of punks that decided they don't like me and are going to kill me - they are holding him at his house so he can't leave and help me. He says - all I can tell you is to run! and run now!

I run out the door and through my neighbours house in hopes of avoiding them.
They meet me at their front door and we head down the street.
I tell them I need to go to the washroom and we stop into the Starbucks at the end of my street.

The washrooms are downstairs in a half basement. The washrooms are individual rooms so I think- perfect if there is a window - I can sneak out. I get into the stall and there is a little door - i think wow! I lucked out- I open the door and crawl out (it is sunny and the grass is nice and green) Unfortunately, I am greeted at the door by one of the female punks- she says nice try. I manage to get away again and am walking down the street - a group of hoods start following me and so I turn and changed direction to see if they would still follow me and they do - so I turn around and say I know who you are - and they say you have to follow us or we'll do it right here.

We cross the street and there is a policewoman given directions- I mouth to her to Help Me! She looks and I say it again - she pulls me aside and I tell her what is happening. The group haven't noticed that I am with them.

Then! that guy Lukas from RockStar Supernova comes up to the policewoman and holds up a newspaper clipping saying- look I'm in the last 3 ! I say - well, that's all very nice- you're well suited to the band - but that group of people over there have guns and they are going to shoot me. The group are walking towards us and I ask the cop if she has a bullet proof vest I could put on. They are getting closer...

... and I wake up with a start.

news creeps in...

Dreamt last week...

that I was in Lebanon with my Mom, Dad, Sister and her 2 girls. We are dodging bombs - but the bombs are like big cannonballs. When the cannonballs hit the ground they don't explode they just create huge craters where they hit. Some of the cannonballs, when they hit the ground they burst open and thousands of huge crane-like mechanical birds fly out and fly away. Others fall and burst open with thousands of mechanical butterflies. I tell everyone not to look at them- that even though they are beautiful they are still evil and trying to distract us from looking out for the ones that will hit and kill us.

We get to a building where we will be able to catch a plane home. We are wandering down corridor after corridor - the hallways are light blue and dimly lit. Then a bomb hits and half the building falls away. I am trying to remain calm as I am holding my sisters baby. My breathing is heavy and I am trying to to cry from fear. Just then I tell myself to wake up - that I am dreaming -

... and so I do wake up. Breathing heavy and a little bewildered.