In my dream (as in many of my recent dreams), there is a lot more than what I can remember and write down. But..
In my dream, I am standing in a large open building (abandoned warehouse?) with a few other people. The person talking is a man, middle-aged, with white hair. He's somewhere between "stocky" and fat. He's wearing a suit that badly needs pressing.
He's trying to talk some other guy into accompanying him to a place he knows. He describes several very attractive features of the place and tells this other guy he's sure to enjoy the visit. This third person seems totally taken with the idea of a visit -- just the two of them -- but I suspect that the heavy-set guy is planning to murder this third person. I don't know exactly why in the dream, but I am sure that the death of the third person will be advantageous to the heavy set person.
The scene changes, and now it's just the heavy-set fellow and me in the room. Now he's trying to talk me into going somewhere with him. It's a different place than the one he was describing to the third person. I'm fully aware that this guy means me harm.
Somehow, I manage to slip out a back door, having convinced the heavy-set fellow that I was going out the front door, but would be right back. It's dark outside and there's a plowed field there that extends maybe several hundred yards farther out back. I dig into the plowed soil and come up with a broken ice scraper. It isn't much of a weapon, but it's all I have. I start moving quickly across the plowed field. There is maybe 10 or 20 rows of corn on the far side of the field and, I think, a house.
I break into a run, but it's difficult on the freshly plowed earth. I think I hear and/or see the heavy set guy finally emerge from the building, having discovered my ruse. I think I should be in better shape than he is, but if he has a gun, that may not make a difference.
Now I'm sure that he's out of the building and can see me running away.
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