Matt and I were driving around downtown Portland at night in a red convertible. We kept hearing gunfire, and instead of putting the top of the car up Matt and I would bend over to avoid the bullets. At some point we knew the gangsters were coming after us. Matt dropped me off at my office and I hid behind the stairwell so no one could see me. Some of the gangsters went into the building and were unable to find me.
When I was sure they were gone I went up the stairs and found a secret passageway, which in the dream was Oregon Children's Museum but was really The Depot in Duluth. I wound along the balconies and passageways, trying to ensure that no one would see me. I concluded that the best place to hide would be in the kitchen.
Hours had passed and more people were filing into the area. Some started to recognize me from TV reports about how I was missing, even though I had artfully wrapped a blue towel around my face. A few were sympathetic to my plight and offered to help me. One person ushered me into the museum's kitchen and told me the perfect place to hide would be the vegetable crisper. He or she removed the contents to give me room, and then arranged bananas, apples and potatoes over me and closed the door.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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