I had a crazy dream last night. I’m not sure what town I was in, but I know I lived there in my dream. It was a busy tourist town with tutor style buildings crowded in a large oval shaped circle around a very busy beer garden. There were tons of souvenir shops and hand crafted item stores. There were restaurants, both expensive and cheap. I think I might have actually been there on vacation with my father.
In my dream, my husband was at work and I’m not sure where my daughter was, but I was alone. I’m not sure why I was out, but I went to go get something, definitely not food, but something. I walked into a very crowded place and saw so many people, but one group stuck out to me. It was 2 gentlemen, around my age, in polo shirts and khaki crew shorts with canvas slip-on shoes. They had 2 or 3 kids and they were laughing and having a great time with them. The kids seemed to really adore them. It was a very sweet scene. To me, it appeared to be 2 friends out with their kids, probably tourists.
Whatever it was I was looking for wasn’t there, so I was heading back out of the store when one of the gentlemen touched my arm and said that they were tourists and were hungry. He asked for a nearby restaurant suggestion, and that they would like something cheap and kid friendly. I told him that there were a lot of small places, but he needed to just stay to the alleyways leading to the center. The more expensive ones were in the center of town. He looked a little confused and one of the kids whined that she was hungry. Another said he was tired and wanted to go home. So the two men talked and agreed that the man I spoke to would go get the food and the other would take the kids home. I felt sorry for the guy, so I told him I would help him find a place to eat really quick and then I’d go home.
We were out on the crowded streets with people going in both directions, bumping into us as they went along. After a minute or so, I turned to start a conversation with him and to be sure he was not getting lost behind me, but as I did, he quickly clipped a set of keys to the front of my tank top using a climber’s carabiner clip. I looked down to see what he had put there, and when I looked up to ask why, he had slipped away without a trace.
I had heard about a lot of unsuspecting tourists being kidnapped lately, so I knew instantly what this was. My first thought was, “Oh crap! How am I going to survive this?! God, help me!”
I took the keys off my shirt, figuring that was a mark, and placed them on the top of a nearby garbage can. I thought of tossing them in, but decided that if I did get caught, this would be added cause for torture. Then, I started looking at every single person around me, making sure they all stayed an arms length away from me, which was hard on those crowded streets. I hurried to get back home.
Suddenly, an unassuming man approached me. He had a large, friendly smile and kind hazel eyes, thinning brown hair that waved and bushed on the sides and combed over on the top, and a slightly weathered face. His hands were in his pockets as he stood kind of tilted, with his head to one side as he looked into my face. He seemed very much the fatherly type, with friendly concern written all over his face. He reached for my elbow as he asked if I was ok. He said he was sitting nearby with his family and had noticed I looked confused or alarmed. He wanted to help. I pushed his hand away and said no, I was fine, and started to walk away.
That was when the smile disappeared and he grabbed me. I was ready for the attack and was able to somehow deflect his hand from my mouth. I started to scream as loudly as I could over and over, “Help! I’m being kidnapped! Help! I’m being kidnapped!” People looked at me helplessly as I struggled to get away. If this man was going to take me, I wasn’t going to make it easy for him! I scratched at him and kicked. I could feel his arms become bloody from my clawing, but he continued to fight me, his arm securely around my throat as his other fought for control. I looked at everyone around me, pleading with both my words, as well as my eyes. They seemed to want to help, but that they didn’t know how, or maybe they were too busy with their vacations to stop and help.
My last thought, before I awoke, was that this man, with whatever intentions he may have had, would never take me without every single person who was there noticing me! I would be found, I was sure of that! And whatever he had planned, I would fight him every inch of the way!