June 01, 2010 (Tara)

June 01, 2010

I haven’t told my family yet, and I don’t know if I will, but I was nearly abducted from the night club Forty South a few nights ago.  And I don’t know why I’m so calm about it.  Maybe it’s the shock that I was almost a statistic.  Maybe it’s the fact that I wasn’t taken.  Or maybe it had something to do with Jesse Williams and his friend; they somehow rescued me from at least two guys who were trying to pull me out of there.

In the middle of the dance floor, during one of my blinding visions, I felt large, sweaty hands gripping my wrists and shoving me forward from behind.  I felt arid bodies surrounding me, sickening aftershave suffocating me, and hot breath whispering obscenities in my ear before a third man pulled me from those who were trying to take me.  When the third guy touched me and thrust me behind him, I immediately had a sense of peace.  I knew I would be okay.  Maybe this unconcern I have now is a residual effect from his touch.  Could a touch create that kind of calm in a person?  Probably, if that person who was freaking out felt safer somehow with just a touch.

But back to the kidnapping – I couldn’t see who held me, I only heard their voices.  And it was so crowded in the club that their voices weren’t all that clear either.  And the vision, the one that kept me from screaming out, that kept me from seeing my captors, was a repeat of the many dreams and visions I’ve had before…the same handsome guy, the same yard at night.

After it was all over, I was left standing next to Aaron, with Jesse Williams and his friend retreating.  No one knew what happened to the guys who were trying to take me.  No one seemed concerned about it, either.  Not even me.  All I could think about was my vision and the comforting touch of a man I’ve never seen.

Looking back, it doesn’t seem so serious.  Nothing happened, after all.  I’m alright, other than being confused about who it was that tried to take me and how I can be so blasé about a near kidnapping.  But, then again, maybe it’s just my way of dealing with all the strange things that have been happening lately.  I’ll have to meditate on it.

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