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2002-05-27 Carole Diary Carole Baskins Diary

    • Personal Journals

Dream of Dodging Bullets While Protecting Baby


Monday night, my dreams reminded me of a Bruce Willis action film and I haven’t figured out the symbolism yet.  I exit an elevator into a busy downtown district.  Cars and people are whizzing past.  There is a sense of urgency in the air as I run to fire up my old, rust coloured pick up truck.  I laid my sleeping infant on the front, bucket seat and put my toddler in the back seat of the cab.  The seats are thread bare and dirty, and the inside of the truck is covered in dust and littered with debris.


 


Someone is shooting at me and the bullets are striking the body of the truck and some have pierced the glass.  Bullets strike the dash and seats but the children and I are not hit.  I am driving at breakneck speeds and when I make the turns, I have to reach out with one hand to keep the sleeping baby from sliding off the seat.  The toddler vacillates from terror to ecstasy at the wild ride.  Screeching to a halt in a gas station, the baby slides to the floor.  I run around to the passenger side and lift the sleeping child back onto the seat.  I am absolutely amazed that the little one has managed to sleep through this entire, hair-raising experience.


 


It was a couple of days before I could take the time to write this and I lost a lot of the details between then and now.  As I write these words, it strikes me that I have been racing through life.  I have been dodging bullets.  I have been running from unseen tormentors.  I have been running for my life.  I have been carrying the inner child with me.


 


Part of me has been sleep walking and unaware of  the drama I have called my life.  Part of me has oscillated between enjoying the ride and being terrified of what comes next.  Perhaps the message is that even if I stop to refuel, I will not die.


 


I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/


 


I know there will be people who take things out of context and try to use them to validate their own misconception, but you have access to the whole story.  My hope is that others will recognize themselves in my words and have the strength to do what is right for themselves and our shared planet.  


 


You can help feed the cats at no cost to you using Amazon Smile!


Visit BigCatRescue.org/Amazon-smile


 


You can see photos, videos and more, updated daily at BigCatRescue.org


 


Check out our main channel at YouTube.com/BigCatRescue


 


Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.

Dream of Dodging Bullets While Protecting Baby


Monday night, my dreams reminded me of a Bruce Willis action film and I haven’t figured out the symbolism yet.  I exit an elevator into a busy downtown district.  Cars and people are whizzing past.  There is a sense of urgency in the air as I run to fire up my old, rust coloured pick up truck.  I laid my sleeping infant on the front, bucket seat and put my toddler in the back seat of the cab.  The seats are thread bare and dirty, and the inside of the truck is covered in dust and littered with debris.


 


Someone is shooting at me and the bullets are striking the body of the truck and some have pierced the glass.  Bullets strike the dash and seats but the children and I are not hit.  I am driving at breakneck speeds and when I make the turns, I have to reach out with one hand to keep the sleeping baby from sliding off the seat.  The toddler vacillates from terror to ecstasy at the wild ride.  Screeching to a halt in a gas station, the baby slides to the floor.  I run around to the passenger side and lift the sleeping child back onto the seat.  I am absolutely amazed that the little one has managed to sleep through this entire, hair-raising experience.


 


It was a couple of days before I could take the time to write this and I lost a lot of the details between then and now.  As I write these words, it strikes me that I have been racing through life.  I have been dodging bullets.  I have been running from unseen tormentors.  I have been running for my life.  I have been carrying the inner child with me.


 


Part of me has been sleep walking and unaware of  the drama I have called my life.  Part of me has oscillated between enjoying the ride and being terrified of what comes next.  Perhaps the message is that even if I stop to refuel, I will not die.


 


I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/


 


I know there will be people who take things out of context and try to use them to validate their own misconception, but you have access to the whole story.  My hope is that others will recognize themselves in my words and have the strength to do what is right for themselves and our shared planet.  


 


You can help feed the cats at no cost to you using Amazon Smile!


Visit BigCatRescue.org/Amazon-smile


 


You can see photos, videos and more, updated daily at BigCatRescue.org


 


Check out our main channel at YouTube.com/BigCatRescue


 


Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.

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