DN8: May 10, 1985

TOW

Dreaming; Night of
May 10, 1985

6:29

I was with some friends including my girlfriend (nice). We were on a sort of vacation and stuff happened. After a bit, I was in a 7-11 type store like that, at the counter. I was looking through an Omni-type magazine when I realized I was dreaming. I lifted my arm above my head and waved it around, feeling that I was doing this not only in the dream but in the "reality" I could sense just beyond. I heard voices, as if off in the distance, saying something to the effect of "He couldn't be doing that if he were truly asleep." Then I began to lose the dream and shift into another, though I thought I was waking up into the reality of the voices. I had already slipped a bit to get here from the bridge scene where some of the earlier, forgotten action occurred, and I didn't want to lose any more, especially since the dream was so good. I struggled to return the normalcy of the dream and, after a time, it worked, virtually a complete success! I was back with my friends (and girlfriend), and we were visiting a castle-fort-dungeon-type tourist attraction way out in the dark middle of nowhere, when we came across this old place. I had vague memories about it, although I couldn't remember what or why. The entrance was a grill that they would open the bars of to let one inside. As I was fiddling with some loose bar pieces, it came back to me why and what I remembered about the place. I thought that I had been there before, in a dream (not to my wakeful knowledge), and that once you got in, they wouldn't let you out and you had to somehow run back and open the door of bars, which I had done previously (or either someone with me had) by having one of the loose bar pieces inside, which could be used to open the door. I looked inside and saw a large, bald (I think), weird-looking man. He was entertaining some children or something right inside but off to the right a bit. I waited until I thought he wasn't looking my way and then tossed a bit of bar into a dark, recessed corner right to the left of the door. I thought everything was fine until, suddenly, he began to walk my way. Safe on the outside, I was afraid that he had seen me and was coming to remove the bar-bit. I was relieved when he turned abruptly and walked back whence he'd come. I returned to my friends, who were already a way inside. I grabbed one guy who wasn't speaking to me (due, I think, to my having somewhat accidentally pushed him off of a bridge into the water far below in the first part of this dream) and pulled him off to the side. My girlfriend started to follow, but I told her that I wanted to speak to the guy privately for a moment, and she withdrew. I quickly apologized and then told him what I'd remembered, stressing the unknown but sure danger of being captured. Having alerted him, I returned to the group. I believe I gave some warning to my girlfriend, and I kept very close to her (which I might have done anyway), but I didn't want everyone to know for fear that, by their actions, they would give away our intentions. We progressed deep into the dark, damp network of halls, until I saw that we had come far enough in, away from the crowd, that they were making their move to grab us. I gave the signal and we all broke and ran back toward the entrance. Apparently though, either they had gotten wise to this sort of escape attempt or my memory had been incomplete. All of the passages through which we'd come seemed to have shifted and now were blocked, I quickly discovered, by sliding partitions the same dark color as the actual walls. Not only that, but new, adjacent ones had been opened, creating a veritable labyrinth in which we were soon lost. Being unfamiliar with the configuration of the place, we were easily cut off and most of us were quickly captured. I remained free by bursting my way into a sort of small gym/workout area where there were ordinary visitors/guests before whom the bad guy owners of the place could show nothing amiss. I was about to make what I hoped to be a successful escape back out into the maze of passageways, but I was no further than the first hall when I saw a jeep-like vehicle sitting not too far away. Inside were some of the soldier-types who ran the operation, including their commander, but more importantly, they held captive most of our group, including my girlfriend. The commander saw me and ordered my surrender, on pain of injury to my girlfriend. I had no choice, so, under rifle-point I climbed up into the open back of the vehicle (the front, too, was uncovered) and sat down. We were driven out the back of the structure and to the outskirts of a large prison-type complex. As we were instructed to get out (and I'm forgetting and leaving out many details) one guy of our group, along with about ten others from other groups recently captured, made a break for it, running, climbing a short (8-foot, approximately) fence, and running toward freedom across a mostly open field. They were cut down. Our captors took their time lifting up their rifles, walking over into position, taking aim, and firing. I don't think a single man got away. The next part moved rapidly with numerous flashforwards, etc., so I'll try to put it down in simple, chronological order (since I no longer recall most of the actual details). We had been there a short time when I managed to get a note past the always watchful eye of the commander (it may have been in double talk) to a female acquaintance of mine (I don't recall if she was visiting there for some reason or if I actually got the message all the way out). The next time I saw her, though, she was there. She had, apparently, allowed herself to be taken prisoner in order to help us escape. At first we communicated in a rather primitive, secretive sign language, but after that were able to exchange at least one whispered message, when she said something about being able to "out-Bond Bond." Later, I was in the quarters (very like a hotel room, actually) that I shared with my girlfriend and others. No one was in at the time (I've no idea where they were), and I either received or prepared a written mesage for my spy-woman friend. It was lying on a corner of a bed when the commander marched in unannounced. I ignored it, desperately hoping he wouldn't find this evidence of our duplicity (as we had been acting the model prisoners). Fortunately, after a couple of close calls, he was distracted by some nuts spilled on the carpeted floor. At first, there didn't seem to be too many of them, but when I looked again, I saw that they almost completely covered a large portion of the floor. For some reason, this struck me as a vivid image, somewhat startling and meaningful. I assured him that I'd pick them up, and he seemed satisfied. Much else before and during. (G)