A good friend of mine was killed in the attacks; he worked in Tower One on the 101st floor for a small company owned by and working with Cantor Fitzgerald. I had repeated nightmares for two solid weeks, mostly about buildings on fire, evacuating buildings, having to save people who were trapped. But last night I had the most interesting dream of all:
I was walking down a residential street in New York City, brownstones on either side. I was with my friend John (who was killed); we were holding hands and walking silently, and my body was completely covered in traditional Muslim women's clothing, the jilbab (dress) and hijab (veil).
For the record, I am a second generation American woman of Russian Jewish descent. Even in my dream, walking down that street, I was thinking about how odd it felt to be dressed and veiled as a Muslim woman.
Jennifer, Livingston, New Jersey