My son (he is three) is riding in the back of a pickup truck with a white rabbit in a cage. He is asking me why the rabbit has to be caged when the rabbit becomes loose and runs away. My son and I jump out of the moving truck and are stranded. I go to a liquor store in a strip mall and ask for help. As I wait, I search aisle after aisle of Israeli vodka, strange writing, strange labels depicting very sexually graphic scenes. The store manager cannot help us. We are hiding for someone in the back of the liquor store—the person driving the truck—a man.

I tell my son to run across a field and to keep running no matter what. I will find him. He runs away. He becomes the rabbit. The man has the empty cage; he hits me many times with it. The store manager comes into the room, I look at him, my jaw is split in two, my mouth from ear to ear and mostly teeth. I look back; the truck driver man says this is my fault. He shows me a tattoo in the same writing as the vodka. He tells me now he will become a prostitute and I will never see my son again.

I awake with a screaming headache and can’t go back to sleep. I am not crazy, my dreams are generally quite pleasant, but this one was vivid and disturbing. Any thoughts?