Ok, I haven't remembered a dream in a while but, yow, I'm kind of wishing I didn't remember this one.

It seems we were out with friends and kids at some sort of resort for the weekend. (John's "growing up" friends and their families.) I'm at the front desk of the hotel - which is a series of little booths, almost like the ticket windows at an arena (but done in teak, etc. not plastic and metal) - and his friend JP is at the other window. JP is trying to make chitchat with me but it's overly familiar chitchat, suggestive. My business is done and I try to say goodbye and get the hell out of there when he looks me full in the face. His eyes are all funny - I mean, they look like eyes, but he looks crazy, possessed (Twin-Peakian). The words coming out of his mouth aren't anything alarming but I know that he wants to rape and possibly kill me. I'm trying to reach John on my cellphone but can't. I'm terrified. I back away and he starts to follow but he's called up to the window and he can't get away right then. I wonder if I should call his wife and warn her.

I flee across the street to another hotel where there is a conference going on. I'm not registered for the conference and the hotel is just about booked - they don't want to rent me a room. I'm desperate to get registered and upstairs to call John before JP gets done across the street and figures out where I went. I con the desk clerk into thinking I own a timeshare in the hotel and she gives me a key. I can see JP coming in the door as the elevator doors close behind me. I don't think he saw me but there's enough uncertainty that my heart is still pounding.

I examine the keys (there are 3) the clerk gave me, wondering which one to use.I decide to use the key with the white plastic top and I go up to the top floor and let myself into the room, locking the door behind me.

I check out the room for safety (entrances/exits/ways JP could get at me) and try to call John again. It's a very nicely appointed room, luxurious even, and has a very large, clear bathtub surrounded by a greenhouse-like enclosure on an outdoor patio on the roof. I'm checking the greenhouse enclosure to see if it's secure enough for me to dare take a bath as it looks so peaceful. I'm still frantic when I wake.

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Normally in dreams when people are trying to kill me (ok, I need a short label for 'people trying to kill me'), I'm very calm and just do what I need to. In this dream, I was frantic and absolutely panic-stricken terrified. I woke up with adrenaline still rushing through my veins.

1 -

I am driving through cornfields to DM's parents home. It's a classic mid-western style farmhouse. I am going to be staying with them for a while. I climb the stairs and it reminds me of home.
(In FL, DM's parents are farmers but orchardists, not corn, and their house is a salt box not a midwestern farmhouse.)

2 -

I am upstairs in an old house converted to offices. My work has had everyone take a course and take a test. I am looking for my test results but they aren't posted. CT tells me she didn't have time to post them all but they're in the pile. I find my test and I passed.

I'm with a teenage boy (I'm that age as well) and we're goofing around inside a set of underground corridors - concrete walls, concrete floors - part of the infrastructure of a mass transit system. He's on a bike and I'm on foot.

He tells me to "watch this" and rides at the tollgate faster and faster. I'm laughing but telling him he's going way too fast and he'd better slow down or he'll hit the gate! The gate is a bent metal tube - similar to the tubes you see in handicapped bathroom stalls - but is hinged at the far end (so the end forms kind of a flap). He hits the flat with his shoulder and he flies right through, still on the bike. I throw my fare at the collector and take off after him.

Just after the tollgate, the hallway Ts - he goes left and I run right to confuse the security guard. The corridors form a square and we meet up on the far side, dashing into the women's bathroom seconds before the security guard rounds the corner. We're laughing our asses off at having fooled the guy.

We come out slowly as if there was no reason to hurry - I think he leaves his bike in the bathroom - and we head into an arena that's off the corridor. There is a basketball game going on. They're showing pictures of TB, as a former bball star, and his kid, CB, currently playing in the game. My friend and are totally jazzed on adrenaline and laughter.

RS and I are out doing something - I think she has sort of a "mission" for the evening and I'm just along for the ride, so to speak. She works in a department of a bank and has to retrieve some info from there to do whatever it is she needs to do. She has keys to her department and we get in ok despite it being the middle of the night but she can't seem to get signed on to the computer.

She's getting a little frustrated and I'm getting a little nervous because I feel like we're going to get in trouble for being here. She has a friend in the IT department, whom I've heard a lot about but have never met, and calls him on speakerphone. He's able to log her in from wherever he is. She goes off to retrieve the information while I make awkward chitchat with the IT guy. I'm still concerned that we're not supposed to be here but figure that, since they both work for the bank, it must be ok.

I'm in an airport (commercial)... the area where passengers are dropped off isn't curbside, really, vehicles pull right into the building through a corridor. It's dark and there are glass sliding doors that open and close around the vehicles. I think there is a parking garage on the far side of one of the sets of doors - The dark is punctuated by the kind of lights that you typically see in parking garages.

DH is driving a minivan. There is a group of us that have been staying at an old farmhouse and he and someone else are getting us all back to the airport. I get this load of stuff unloaded and realize I left my purse back at the house. I start to tell him he needs to make sure to get my purse in the second trip and then JB says that she has it. I turn around and she's sitting in the center section of a minivan - the seats are out and she's sitting among the luggage. I can see her through the open sliding door. I'm surprised because I didn't know she was there. I expected the next van wouldn't get here for some time yet.

I flash back to the farmhouse - somehow I know we're in Florida but it's not particularly hot or anything - and I'm putting some sort of dessert - (a pie or something but it's shaped like a cheesecake) into a cupboard.

There was another one after that but I didn't it write it down thinking I'd remember it - ha!