I had stopped, or slowed way down anyway, on some random, lonely road somewhere. I think it was dark. And I looked behind me, or I looked in my rearview mirror, and there was a man standing (or walking, was he?) very close at the back of the Jeep.
And behind him, another man, not far behind.
Freak show.
Needless to say, I accelerated. But as in most dreams, acceleration didn’t do the trick. I couldn’t make the Jeep move much faster. Desperation kicked in almost immediately, heightened by the fact that, when I looked to my right, I saw the same man running next to my vehicle, reaching for the door handle.
He was decidedly After Me.
I reached over and locked the door (the locks operated the way they do in the van, not in the Jeep, but that’s the way it goes with dreams) and continued to try getting away.
The guy was fast, and stayed next to the Jeep for a long time. It was Very Scary. There’s nothing like trying to drive away from someone, knowing that there is Every Reason to believe that one should be able to get away, and having that person Keep Up On Foot.
And then we had that sudden, dream-like shift, where I wasn’t where I had been, but was at a church on a weekday. Or maybe it was a school, but was peopled with the staff from my church.
I explained to these friends that I was being pursued, that some men were trying to get me. And here it became even more horrific, because these friends determined to hide me, which was nice, but there was a definite sense that No Official Help could come. It was like, “Gee, yeah, we know about those guys, and they have every right in the world to come and take you, but, let’s see, maybe we can help you out.” And they sort of tried to help me out, but in a half-hearted kind of way.
And then– Look! The guys are at the door. Panic!!
Tim to the rescue. “Here, Rebecca. You can hide in my office.” Which seems like a great idea, because Tim’s office was, in my dream, behind a bunch of coats (Yes, I’ve just recently been to see The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe). It didn’t have a door, but it had a heavy locker that Tim used as a door. Those guys would never find me in there.
So I went in there and realized that I had a meeting, and my meeting person, Scott Vermillion, joined me. Bizarre. That was fine with me. I was, remarkably, totally up for a meeting with Scott Vermillion, if you could just please hide me in here and not let those guys get me.
So Scott started the meeting, but I couldn’t pay attention, because no one pushed the locker over the door opening, and no one pushed the coats over the door opening, and I was Utterly Exposed.
It was terrifying.
And I don’t know which was more terrifying: having those guys chase me, or having the wonderful people at my church be so laissez-faire about the whole thing.
And at one point, the guys actually walked by. Happily– luckily– they didn’t see me.
Then, even more happily, I Woke Up.
I told Bill about it this morning (he’s home– bliss!!), expecting that he would understand my horror. But he gave me a bland look over his coffee cup and said, “There’s only one problem with your dream.”
What might that be, I’m wondering? The dream was rife with problems from my perspective.
“We don’t have the Jeep anymore,” he said.
Oh. Right. What was I thinking?
Stupid dream.
And later, in his best Jerry Seinfeld voice, one of those things that we’ll quote forever, he said: “I can’t hide! I have a meeting with Scott Vermillion!”
