Dream Blog

We're driving north thru something like Kansas, Nebraska, me and Steve and Frances, except the landscape is dry-ish and slightly hilly. We're just going straight straight straight. Steve is driving in the new car (Infiniti). Finally, we come to a small town. I say we need to stop for some lunch or something, we've been driving for 4 hours. The first place we slow down for is closed, but downtown near a bus station, I see several little cafes open. Steve parks. But then it's like we're back on the outskirts of town. Somehow there's this guy/kid there, and Frances has given him some cassette tapes. I'm annoyed, and I want to see what they are before she gives them away. I look and say he can have them. Then I can't tie my shoes and have to have Steve help me. Somehow this kid gets into the back seat and won't get out. Steve thinks it's OK just to leave him there. I say no, he has to get out. I have visions of him hot-wiring the car and taking off with it. I have to convince him to get out of the car, that it's not OK for him to stay in there. He finally gets out, and we start walking toward the downtown. Frances has disappeared. The kid is walking ahead of us, and he pulls out a gun. I'm terrified. But then Steve says don't worry and he pulls out a gun too. [Aeeeiii! Stupid men and their guns.] The kid is now on the other side of the road. I grab Steve's hand and we start running. I say, I wish I could fly and get us away, and then I do and we fly further away and around some corner. But then Steve goes off in one direction and I am not able to follow and go off in another. I try to hide in a doorway. I see the kid coming and I move my position around another corner, hiding behind some bushes on a stairstep. Now the kid has 2 cronies with him, maybe motorcycles. They look really mean, black leather jackets. The kid now has a little sports car and he comes and parks right near where I am, but he hasn't seen me. Since the top is open, I lean over and grab his neck backward and say he has to leave us alone. But them somehow, I have no top on and I have to go down to his 2 buddies. I am crying and trying to cover myself up. Somehow there's a distraction, and I crawl around the corner and into a door, which turns out to be a restaurant. I ask if my husband is in there, and I crouch underneath a bar/counter. The 2 meanies come in, with guns, maybe machine guns. They haven't seen me, and they sit at a table -- what's it called? where it's semi-enclosed. I am still crouching, terrified. Then this little boy comes out -- at first, I think it's Steve -- with some kind of really big plastic toy zapper gun, and he sprays the meanies with something. But they are already out of it. Someone has doped their coffee. There's more confusion, and a lot of people, a family, start to enter the cafe, even though others try to tell them not to come in. I crawl out of the door and up the street and into another doorway, crawling There are teenagers out there. I tell a girl to call the police. She runs off. I keep crawling and go into another building which turns out to be something like a bank or something, big open space. I am still crying, no top. I crawl way in the back and try to hide behind a desk. There are 2 women there who comfort me. I warn them all. They know these guys, say they used to think they were Elvis Presleys and now they're just bad. The bad guys come in... all 3 of them, and the first kid from the car finds me. I am crying and begging and pleading. Then somehow, he is on a couch and I am trying to talk to him .... I forget now, maybe it was that he'd had a bad childhood or something, but he shouldn't take it out on others, blah blah.