I was leaving a house I was living in. My mom was with me. The area was a rural place, and we were walking down a dirt/gravel road that was very long and lined and filled with trees. I was carrying with me a large plastic bag full of…I believe it was water, because you can’t live without water. I joked with her as we stood where the dirt and the asphalt of the main road met, saying that we should go back and get the dolly too. Obviously we were trying to escape a situation. Turns out it was only a half joke…we didn’t want to go back, but this bag of water was very heavy. The sky was starting to get dark though, and my mom worriedly asked me where this safehouse we were supposed to get to was. I smiled easily to help try and alleviate any fears of hers and pointed to a rather drab and ugly building just a few yards to our right. She was relieved that we didn’t have far to go and we made our way quickly and as quietly as possible over, ever aware that our disappearance would be known at any time.
When I got there, my mom was no longer with me (and neither was the bag of water), but a bunch of other people were, in similar predicaments and trying to get into the safehouse before we were caught. There were those that already resided there, sitting up on high, watching us. The “leader” of group told us (about 4 others aside from me) that we had to use the tools down there and try to figure out how to make it up there. We were responsible for creating a ladder of sorts for each of us to use. I looked up at the 3 story wall of white masonry. It was a sheer face. How in the world was I supposed to do that??? However, the fear and sense of urgency was always close behind me and I set to work. It was all or nothing, no turning back. There was a guy next to me, average white guy with a fit build, around my age. My section was the farthest on the left, and the entrance or the goal we had to access was in the middle, 3 stories up. We sort of worked together, even though our sections were our own, working from the same ideas and materials. Both of us were the fastest. We had to secure these round, sturdy loops that looked like bracelets wrapped in a chain to the wall like stepping stones. Speed was of essence! About halfway through the project I could hear sirens in the distance calling out and an orange light growing in size coming in our direction. I secured as many as I had and could and just started climbing. The guy beside me did the same, but I was up higher and faster (obviously my dream self was much younger and more fit than my real self)! To my dismay, I realized that I would have to use my neighbor’s rungs to make it all the way over to the platform. Thank goodness we were on good terms. He was still struggling to climb his so I changed my stance to try and reach over to his without losing my grip and falling. Desperation aided me and so I jumped for it and made it!!!
Fast forward to success inside the safehouse. Looks like most people made it in before they were caught and we all were so relieved…the stress level dropped significantly. Easy laughter, happy sighs together as we collected in the hallway. Then we moved forward to inspect our temporary home. There was a greenhouse in the top level with windows for sunlight. I was worried they might see us through all of the clear panes, but the tour moved inside once more and we were assigned rooms. It was a small space, though, it mattered not who slept beside whom at this point, everyone was exhausted and glad to be safe. We could work all of that out the next morning. It was dark in that building, as expected, but rather depressing. Everyone was lighthearted and rejuvenated, ready to tackle our new duties in the housing unit. They had a room full of clothes for us and I went in to see what they had. The clothing seemed new! I picked up a character beanie and donned that, before picking up a Pikachu t-shirt and turning around to show the guy I had become friends with. He just laughed and went to look for something for himself. Then everyone went to the briefing to find out what their roles were going to be.
And I woke up. I wonder what happened to my mom and if that bag of water was useful at all.