dream
In another dream the same night, I was a guy. The dream had a 1920's flavor, and I've forgotten some background and beginning parts. In the first scene I remember, I was in a back room or basement of a house or place of business with a bunch of people trying to decide what we were going to do. Someone came into the room to tell us that a few representatives of a gang of dangerous criminal types were outside the building and demanding... someone whose name I can't remember. She was a woman: small, blond, and understandably frightened. She started to go. I stood up and said, "I'm going with you." I knew there was nothing I could actually do if I went with her; I'd probably share her fate, or be shot just for walking out the front door. I took her hand and walked out with her.
Several guns took aim as we appeared in the doorway. The men were clearly nonplussed by my presence. "I'm going with her," I said. The henchmen made various comments, ranging from scornful to amused to angry to threatening. One stepped forward and put the barrel of his gun to my head, about to pull the trigger. But the leader smiled and gestured for him to stand down.
I got into the back seat of the car, next to the blond. There was no one in the back seat but the two of us, but she sat in the middle, close to me but not touching. I sat behind the driver. She sat bolt upright, on the edge of her seat, looking forward anxiously. I slumped back, all my muscles relaxed, staring out the window, hoping that my presence made her a little less afraid.
Several guns took aim as we appeared in the doorway. The men were clearly nonplussed by my presence. "I'm going with her," I said. The henchmen made various comments, ranging from scornful to amused to angry to threatening. One stepped forward and put the barrel of his gun to my head, about to pull the trigger. But the leader smiled and gestured for him to stand down.
I got into the back seat of the car, next to the blond. There was no one in the back seat but the two of us, but she sat in the middle, close to me but not touching. I sat behind the driver. She sat bolt upright, on the edge of her seat, looking forward anxiously. I slumped back, all my muscles relaxed, staring out the window, hoping that my presence made her a little less afraid.