"Help me, somebody help me, call 911, I'm dying."

What the hell? Am I still dreaming?

"Somebody help me, please..."

No, I am definitely awake now.  There is a woman somewhere outside my window crying for help.  I should call 911, I think to myself.  I am still half-asleep. 

Where am I going to tell the police to come? I don't know where the voice is coming from, only that it is outside. I pull on my clothes and stumble into the living room. I find my keys and my phone, and I can still hear her crying outside. 

I get to my front door, and look around.  I don't see anything at first.  It is hardly passed 5 in the morning, and it is still dark.  She cries out again, and I see her across the street.  She is in the doorway of a neighbor's house, and...what is going on?

She is holding a towel against her neck.  Is she cut? 

I stumble across the street, incredibly unsure of what to do.  I can hear the sirens in the distance.  Somebody has already called the police.  Is this man at the doorway, is he helping her, or is he the problem? "Is she alright?" The man looks at me, but I get no answer.

Her throat can't be slashed that badly, she is able to speak.  The first police cruisers arrive.  I walk back to my side of the street, and she is taken into a cruiser and, I assume, driven to the hospital down the street.  There is some commotion a couple of houses down, and the police go to investigate.  I listen to police radio:

"...the on-call detective has been notified and is on his way..."

"...cancel first aid..."

Cancel first aid? What does that mean? More police arrive, and now other people are coming outside.  I heard a woman scream, somebody tells me.  It didn't look good, somebody else says. 

The commotion dies down.  I go inside before the ambulance arrives, and eventually I get back to sleep, still unsure of what exactly I just witnessed.