The dream

i saw it in third person. But i was one of the ppl present there. I had a blunt cut. Black hair. I seemed to be dresed like i was in america in the nineties. A suit an all.

I was standing outside a metallic door, with my back pressed against the wall. There were some more women there.

There was someone inside the prison. He was holding some people hostage. And we had switched off the lights. He wanted them on. And then the police could enter. The police wanted this in reverse. Why?! Seemed logical at the time.

It was going to be a jailbreak. Everyone had anticipated it. I swiitch. It was my husband inside the prison door. I became him.

I shoot out through the back door. The wall. There is the next shingled roof just above the wall. But there is a person there already. I already knew that. I jump left, turn and sprint. Run seems too mundane.

The buildings vanish. Trees and dry grass. The leaves crunch beneath my feet. Surprisingly, noone has a gun.i merely outrun the people who have been stationed all along the route.

I am nearly caught. But i jump down a mini cliff. And the hrithik roshan dhoom II music plays in my ears. I land in a net of creepers. And turn and run again. There seems to be a fence of some sort, and a singular person dressed in combat boots, dark green pants and a close fitting faded white t shirt.

I run across him diagonally. And voila! I am above a railway station. There is a train below me, it's starting to leave. I wait. I mustnt jump too soon or he'll follow. I mustnt wait too long or he'll catch up. I stand at the edge. He is coming. I junp. This time, there is no music. No realisation of freedom

the dream ends.