April 8, 2011 Dream: Fugitive

I had the following dream after reading about Marie Walsh, a 56-year-old woman who was caught 32 years after she escaped from prison.


I’m hanging out with one of my best friends O when we get into a fight over something trivial and pull samurai swords on each other.  I slash him twice in the stomach and kill him instantly.  I run from the scene and tell another friend what I’ve done.  He drives me to the canyons and hides with me in a cave for several days.  During the day he harvests plants in the area for us to eat.  The cops come looking but can’t find us.  I know I can’t live in the canyons forever, so after my friend goes home I make a risky trip to a suburban neighborhood and knock on the door of one of my former English professors, Don.  I show up in the afternoon acting like I’m just making a social visit, and we chat for several hours.  I don’t know how to break the news to him, so I wait until the last minute right before his wife comes home from work.  He’s shocked but sympathetic and tells me to hide in a bedroom behind a bed so he can talk to his wife alone.  She comes in shortly thereafter, completely worn out from her day.  (She is a real estate agent and works much harder than he does.)  I crouch behind the bed next to a bookshelf and notice that he and I own the exact same books, mostly mystery novels for young adults.  After a while, Don opens the bedroom door and tells me that I’m allowed to stay for the time being.  I spend two days at their place in panic and despair before waking up.

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