Red&Yellow :
Hooey...I just read the whole thread...I'm scared OUT OF MY WITS. And then my dog starts scratching at the door to the den (though this has a good explanation - she likes to sleep on the comfy chair) and then I'm SCARED EVEN MORE.
But I couldn't go to bed without telling my story.
It was the end of 2006. I was in Rome, Italy with my family. We were visiting my brother, who was studying at the North American Pontifical College. We were literally IN the city, it was quite an experience. ANYway, my sister and I shared a bed, while my younger brother slept right next to us on his bed. I had been listening to music to try and get to sleep, but I just put the CD player down. Suddenly, I felt this panic. It was physical as well as mental; my chest and neck tensed up, and my stomach froze. I felt so unnaturally scared. I had to get up and walk about, trying to relieve the near paralyzing fear I felt. After a horrible 5 minutes or so, the feeling gradually started to go down, and I went back to bed.
The next morning, we heard that Saddam Hussein had been hung the day before. (or night, as it was a different time zone) I pondered all day, and came to the only visible conclusion:
I felt his fear.
I don't ever want to feel that way again....
