I had a dream a couple weeks ago. I was back to work at the North Philadelphia CVS/Pharmacy. For those who don't know where that is, North Philly is not a very nice area. I worked there when i was fresh out of school. I never really feared for my life even though I've grown up in the suburbs all my life. I only worked there for a year and half and I demanded to work out in the suburb stores. Well, back to my dream.

So I'm working as a pharmacist and catching up with the techs. I remember thinking that they really renovated the pharamacy and it was all hi-tech. The pharmacy was this L shape. the long portion of the L was the counter and the bays of drugs were perpendicular to it. I know, it's hard to picture. The short portion of the L was where the registers were and the counter was lower.

So I was at the top of the L when I see the head of a masked man running by with a gun towards the register area. I cower down and I hear him yell "Open the safe." In the pharmacy, we keep Narcotics in safes and the pharmacist is the only one with the key to open it. So, then in my dream I see the guy pointing the gun to a the tech and I look to my other side and there's a door to safety out of the pharmacy. I can come out to the gunman and tell him I have the key and his gun will be on me or I could run out of the pharmacy into safety and hope that he won't hurt anyone.

I awake with a shudder and I am literally shaking like I just experienced this robbery first hand. I then think of the dream. What would I have done? How could I even think to have escape? That was so selfish of me. What does that mean about my character? Really, I would be the only one to open the safe...

I pray that this experience will never come to pass but Hubs who is the pharmacist scheduler for a retailer pharmacy had to go into pharmacies that were robbed at gunpoint and the pharmacist are too shaken up to continue working. I tell him to send other pharmacist but he feels bad to ask them to go in without telling them why. When he does tell them and they all say, "hell no!". Its even happening in nice suburban areas. No where is safe. It's even more scary because it's usually junkies that come and junkies and a gun means trouble. Thank goodness, no one has gotten hurt yet.

Now everytime my hubs goes in to work, I pray that nothing will happen. I asked him what he would have done if it was him in my dream? He tells me that he'd run to safety. Then I say "really and leave the cashiers to tell the gunman that they can't open the safe?" He then said he'd throw the key and book. I know he's just saying that but I think he'd come out and open the safe. But you'd never know. I hope that I'd have the courage not to be selfish. I wouldn't want anyone to be hurt if there was something I could have done to stop it even if it means looking down the barrel of a loaded gun.