Infidelity, Stranded

I was at Felecita Park, helping N set up for her gig at the local Renaissance Faire. After the tent was up and bags were delivered to the proper corners I took a stroll out on the grounds to see who else was around. There were dozens of carnival rides and such, not what I was expecting for a Renaissance Faire. I ran into one of my former students who grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back to N’s encampment with an unnatural urgency.

When I got back N was bouncing up and down on one of her band members.

“Ut-oh! I thought you’d gone home.”

I’m glad I knew it was a dream.

“OK, now lets get out of here,” said my arm dragging former student. “You can stay in our camp.”

“Thanks, but I’m going home to sleep in my own bed.”

“Can I come over and use your shower?”

I wasn’t sure I could detach her from my arm even, so I was inclined to say “yes.”

I was then driving across a road that was partially under about 6 inches of water, it had a sort of sewer smell. I rolled up the windows and put the air on recirculate, but it didn’t really help that much. I drove until I reached a place I didn’t recognize, and the road had vanished into general swampiness. I tried to turn around, but there was no road behind me, either. The trees had even closed up over the path I’d taken.

I stepped out of the car. I looked around, and when I turned back, the car was gone also. I had expected that a little bit, so wasn’t too surprised. What was surprising was that I suddenly had someone I couldn’t see clutching my arm again.

Even though I couldn’t see who was with me, I knew I wanted to get them to safety. I looked around and chose a direction that lead to higher and hopefully drier ground. I figured if we could hold out until morning I would be able to find a trail or even a stream in the daylight.

I had the odd feeling of having been here before, so knew there were some standing stones a few hundred yards away that would provide good cover from the night air. There would also be enough dry wood and brush to start a small fire to keep the chill off.

It was very weird, walking through the forest with someone clutching my arm, stumbling along in the dark beside me, who I could not see, nor identify at all. I had the vague impression that my cling-on was smaller than me, had soft longish hair. I presumed it was N or some other woman.

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