One of those bizarre dreams...
I was at some kind of event in a school gym, and was helping to take care of some kids. I told one of the little boys to come sit with me. He didn't seem to want to be around us, and away from his dad, but I told him he should stay close, and he finally came over. After awhile we decided to get up and walk around. We went into this hallway off the side of the gym, and ran into a small group of men in the middle of an argument. One of them was the boy's dad, and the boy tried to break away to run to him. I realized they were arguing over some kind of illegal deal, and I grabbed the boy to keep him from interrupting. They'd seen us though, and one of them pulled a gun on us. I pulled the boy close to me, and moved him around behind me. I was thinking about how those people in movies kick the gun out of the bad guy's hand, and would that really work? Just then the boys dad pulled a gun on the first guy, and we started to back away. They argued a bit more, the first guy made a sudden move, and the dad ended up shooting him. There was a lot of blood, and I knew he was dead. I grabbed the boy and started to run.
Somehow we ended up in a small group of people from the event, who had all witnessed a part of the murder. We were being taken somewhere safe and hidden away from the people looking for us. I knew the boy's father would come after us, and I wanted to keep the boy far away from him, to keep him from harm and also from finding out what kind of person he was. The man who seemed to be in charge was leading us through a forest and down into a big field where there were trenches cut out, but made so they weren't visible to someone scanning the land. We traveled toward the very end of one, where we realized there were enclosed security bunk rooms down deep inside. The 4 of us girls were in the first half, and the 4 guys were in the second. The other girls had single cots or bunks, but there was one bed that they gave to me, so the boy could rest. We were bored a lot, and I tried to keep the boy entertained. He was chubby and cute, and had become attached to me.
After what seemed to be a long time, there hadn't been any word from the outside. We were running low on food, and the guys decided they wanted to venture out to find something. Other people stationed further down in the trenches often moved along the corridors outside the bunk rooms, and gathered to talk for entertainment, but we had tried to stay hidden, b/c we didn't know who we could trust. I didn't want them to go out. It wasn't safe for them, and it certainly wasn't safe to risk anyone finding out where the boy was. I motioned over to the bed where he was curled up asleep. They said I was being ridiculous and that they'd be careful, and went out. Awhile later when a couple of them had returned, we heard someone approaching. It was from the end of the trench where no one else lived, so we were very nervous that a stranger had found us. I had the boy hide in a cupboard in the corner of our room, and I stood flat against the wall, out of sight. Someone banged on the door on the guy's end, and we didn't recognize the voice. They demanded to be let in, and one of the guys finally tried to nonchalantly cooperate. There were 2 strangers and they began roughly searching the rooms. Before they came into ours, I grabbed the boy and slipped out our door. We started running down the trench to the end, and climbed out, hoping to find the man who brought us there.
The rest is a bit foggy, involving a jeep and a beach house that some of our group was using to hide out in. The dad finally found us, and while fighting him below, and finally killing him, I thought the boy had been thrown from the balcony. I ran over, absolutely devastated thinking MY boy was dead, but realized it was a decoy, and ran up the stairs sobbing with joy that he was alive. At that point we noticed the dad struggle to his feet, and I grabbed the boy and jumped in the jeep with 2 of the guys from my group. We sped off, trying to get away from the dad, and back to our trenches where the man in charge was waiting to help.
