Reporter Ransom
This one has an intriguing similarity to my episode titled "Captive in Iowa" because I invade someones home and they threaten to cause me harm. It also reminds me of the theme in my dream "Dance Disaster" when I was trying to search out someone who had done something wrong.
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Dream:
The sky is overcast, and it is cold out, perhaps during the time of season immediately before or after winter. There are at least two others with me; we are all reporters. There is some light filtering through the clouds, but it is still the first few minutes after dawn, and we are quickly creeping up to a light blue house on top of a solitary and windswept hill.
We are all on a mission. We must infiltrate the house and find the evidence that we are looking for in order to make our story public. There is someone in that house that we suspect is responsible for something [I do not know what] and we had to sneak in and find out. We split up. One went around the other side of the house to watch the perimeter, and I went in through the unlocked front door.
Whoever was behind me stood in the threshold to make sure that nobody came or left without his knowing. I had made it clear across the living room before the guy we were looking for appeared almost out of nowhere. He had clearly just gotten out of bed and was still wearing his pajamas but when I turned and realized that he was within arms reach of me I shrunk back and asked him not to kill me.
He started checking his pajama pockets for his gun, but luckily and logically he didn't have it with him. A woman leaned over the railing from the second floor to see what was going on. She was still a young woman who I presumed was the man's daughter. She too was in her pajamas. When she saw that there were strangers in her house, a look of fear crossed her face and she ran back into her room.
The man had me sit down on the couch and wait for him to come back. He went into his room and closed the door. The television was on, and I saw that Star Trek was on, and Steve Martin was playing the role of a slightly younger Captain Picard. I didn't watch the television though. I was too fearful that at any moment gunshots would rip through the walls of the bedroom and hit me while I sit on the couch, or that the man would simply open the door and shoot me.
I started to snoop around, sifting through things on the coffee table, lifting couch cushions and inspecting each little thing the couch had eaten...
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Everything after that moment just blends together, but I can remember that I was not shot at or killed in that dream. I almost have the vague impression that when he came back out of the room we were suddenly friends, but I can't even be sure about that.
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Dream:
The sky is overcast, and it is cold out, perhaps during the time of season immediately before or after winter. There are at least two others with me; we are all reporters. There is some light filtering through the clouds, but it is still the first few minutes after dawn, and we are quickly creeping up to a light blue house on top of a solitary and windswept hill.
We are all on a mission. We must infiltrate the house and find the evidence that we are looking for in order to make our story public. There is someone in that house that we suspect is responsible for something [I do not know what] and we had to sneak in and find out. We split up. One went around the other side of the house to watch the perimeter, and I went in through the unlocked front door.
Whoever was behind me stood in the threshold to make sure that nobody came or left without his knowing. I had made it clear across the living room before the guy we were looking for appeared almost out of nowhere. He had clearly just gotten out of bed and was still wearing his pajamas but when I turned and realized that he was within arms reach of me I shrunk back and asked him not to kill me.
He started checking his pajama pockets for his gun, but luckily and logically he didn't have it with him. A woman leaned over the railing from the second floor to see what was going on. She was still a young woman who I presumed was the man's daughter. She too was in her pajamas. When she saw that there were strangers in her house, a look of fear crossed her face and she ran back into her room.
The man had me sit down on the couch and wait for him to come back. He went into his room and closed the door. The television was on, and I saw that Star Trek was on, and Steve Martin was playing the role of a slightly younger Captain Picard. I didn't watch the television though. I was too fearful that at any moment gunshots would rip through the walls of the bedroom and hit me while I sit on the couch, or that the man would simply open the door and shoot me.
I started to snoop around, sifting through things on the coffee table, lifting couch cushions and inspecting each little thing the couch had eaten...
__________
Everything after that moment just blends together, but I can remember that I was not shot at or killed in that dream. I almost have the vague impression that when he came back out of the room we were suddenly friends, but I can't even be sure about that.
posted by John Martens at 2:39 PM
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