In my dream, I'm walking on a city
street -- a viaduct that carries the road over other roads that travel under
the viaduct. I'm carrying a large roll of D-size drawings and I've just
come from some kind of meeting or presentation. I cross the street so that
the concrete-and-steel railing is right beside me. And on the other side
of the rail is a drop down to the other road underneath the viaduct.
As I cross the street, out of the
corner of my eye, I see three grown men in suits crossing right behind me.
It appears pretty obvious that they are following me. They hurry their
steps a bit to catch up to me, so they are right behind me.
One of them moves up beside me and
bumps my shoulder with his. Pretty hard. I think he's just trying
to elicit some kind of response, which would enable him to increase the
physical confrontation. One of the guys (same or different, don't know)
grabs the roll of drawings and tries to pull it away from me. I clutch
the roll tighter, and he can't get them from me. At this point, I'm
surrounded by the three guys, and they appear to be preparing themselves to
beat me up. One of them, I think the one that tried to grab my roll of
drawings, says to me: "You're dead."
Being surrounded, I can't get away
from them. I try to prepare myself for a serious beating -- and maybe
dying as a result.
Suddenly, a guy starts walking
towards us from the opposite direction. He calls my name. It's one
of the guys from the meeting/presentation I just had.
The three guys disappear as the
newcomer and I begin to walk and talk. I don't care what direction he's
walking in, I want to be beside him.
I'm safe.
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