scramble. i'm giving a speech? a boulder like person comes from behind. resembles greek/ancient character. evil. it interrupts. it is bad. i know he is here to hurt me. I run. fast. (this is unusual. i am more often than not restricted to a stunted skip in my dreams) I jump down a ledge. it's a mountain side. Into brush. sliding down hill on my rear, weaving in an out of the groves of trees. Boulder is chasing me. i start to lose speed, i push myself with my hands. back up to speed. nearing the end of hill. a string of rocks is embedded in the earth at the very end. i brace myself, they don't hurt, nor do they slow me down, I reach a platform, with 2 benches, facing out, surrounded by water. I jump in. he jumps in on the other side. he's now taken a more human form. the river is still but the current is strong. he is swept out. there are 2 others. neutrals? brothers? partners? a woman? illusions? the man is back, i watch him struggle to grasp the platform. i am swimming. on my back. gliding. so fast. the water is helping me. past so many other platforms. i come to a steps that lead out of the water, up to a church. Enter, Busy. look at a man on the phone, he distractedly hands me a towel. pastor- female in charge? recognizes me. is going to take me somewhere. she gets swept away in her distraction. i keep hiding from people approaching church, surely the ones coming out of the water are here to hurt me. everyone resembles the man. The 2 that were in the water with me-illusions?- walk into the church w/others. holding hands. they belong there.
Why am I the only one who is wet?
Awake. my alarm is going off. my hands are on my face.
