In my waking life not much is happening besides social adjustment and "hard science," and by that I mean "hard Etruscan grammar". But my dreams have been more rich. Here's another one:

I am at Friends' Central, though I am not a child. Rachael L. has been kidnapped by a cult and killed and I vow to go back in time to rescue her. I think about recruiting two friends to come with me for help, but logistically this doesn't work out. I go by myself, but the dream quickly becomes a nightmare when I try to infiltrate the cult but I get found out and they kidnap me and they're going to kill me, and THEN kill Rachael L. I think to myself, "What a waste, both of us dead!" The cult is made up of men who are very athletic and strong. Actually Sol is one of them, and when I interact with them, I don't sense malice and I don't feel vivid fear, just the clarity of their physical dominance over me. I try to imagine what I can do to escape, and my mind is filled with humiliating images of them holding me down with little effort as I struggle and tire.

But then, when I least expect it, my chance comes - they are distracted, the stays are slackened, I escape by my wits! Stealthily I sneak away, from the back playground toward Shallcross and the lean-to. I can just see all the people, and FREEDOM up by the new Science building...I walk a little faster, I'm almost there - but the Men are looking for me - they've noticed I am gone. I see them searching back by the playground - two have spotted me! I run but in my mind I know how much faster and stronger they are. Almost immediately they are bearing down upon me. I can still see the people by the new Science building. I am screaming for help but they don't hear me! I think to myself in a panic, "If only Abel was here to fight them off!" Then the two men have pounced. I am on the ground reaching out in the direction I was running. They've caught me and I know they will kill me.