Posted by Honore on January 12, 2007, at 11:52:11
I had a dream.
It had gotten into a cab. I wasn't going very far, although I don't remember telling the cab driver where to take me.. While the cab was moving, I guess I dozed off. When I woke up, I realized that the driver had been driving for a long time, and had diverted into a series of side streets, and now was on the West Side Highway, far beyond where I wanted to go. (Also, I was only going in the city, not on the highway.)
I was confused about where I had been going, because it seemed that my SigO might have given him directions, but I was pretty sure this was the wrong way. I said something to him about this not being where I wanted to go. He ignored me. I said it louder. But he kept driving. Then I said, "Let me out." When he didn't answer, I started to get upset and said, "Let me out now! "
At that point, I thought he might be going to take me to a deserted place and do something to me. I was trying to figure out if I could get out of the cab while it was moving, but it seemed dangerous. He got off the highway, and started driving into an unfamiliar area, where there were trees and woods, and a clearing. It seemed like a place where there was machinery, and maybe some workmen, in the day, but noone was around.
Then I was outside the cab. The driver was there, but I was running away from him. Maybe there was someone around, so he was following me, but not able to do anything.
I think I asked the person, who was a worker, to help me, but he didn't respond, so I ran down the path toward the main road. When I got there, it was getting dark. It was a place where there were people who seemed poor, and harsh. They were in pairs at first, then as I went on, there were individuals. At first I didn't notice, but then I realized it was in a place where people were used to violence and didn't care. As I went on, it got more deserted, and the buildings were larger and more impersonal.
In the cab, I had thought about trying to find my cell phone, but I didn't think I could. Then I forgot about it, I guess. It seemed more important to get away, than to take time to find the phone, and possibly let the cab driver catch up to me.
I asked various people to help me, but no one really looked at me. At first, I asked once and moved on, but eventually, with someone, I kept asking, but he sort of shrugged and maybe pointed down a street. I dont' think the cab driver was there anymore, but I still scared. I'm not sure what I was afraid of exactly, but I had the feeling that I was in a dangerous place. and that I might never be able to get back to where I lived.
I ran across a street, toward the edge of a lake. I realized the water was rising on both sides of where I was standing, in huge pools, and was cutting me off from the road, but I couldn't move quickly enough to get back. I tried again to find someone to help, but no one was close enough or coud hear me.
The water was around me, but not that deep (although I couldn't see how to get back). I felt as if there was no way out, even though the water wasn't deep. I felt as though I would just stay there and the water would get deeper and deeper. I saw a little girl playing near where I was. I had the feeling she wasn't human--she might have been a ghost an image (like from a poem) or some sort of unearthly being. She was used to the water, or it wasn't a problem for her. She was a little way off from me.
I think she told me to take her hand, but I couldnt' reach it. She held out her hand, but she was too far away. I felt as if I couldn't get through the water, but it seemed that I had to, to get to her.
The water wasn't deep. I'm not sure why it was dangerous to move, but it seemed that it was more dangerous to move than to stand still. I thought there were currents, or that if I moved it would suddenly flood and I'd be carried away. I was standing near a tree and this seemed more secure, like something to hold onto.
I think I knew if I stayed where I was, I would drown, but I was afraid to take the chance to move into the water. I wanted to get through the water, and yet it seemed as if I just didn't want to leave where I was. It felt like a memory of a place, and the place was being covered by water, but I didn't want to leave the place.
Honore
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