I was running from the law. Why, I’m not sure. I’d done something, or more accurately been framed, so I couldn’t trust the police. But I HAD to keep going where I was going- upstate NY, for some reason- and despite all their efforts to stop me I managed to evade them. I drove like a maniac- going the wrong way down streets, speeding, barely avoiding vehicles that were in my way.
Somehow I ended up at this…it may have been a house, or a set of offices at a school. There were two men and a woman living there; perhaps a girl, I can’t recall. One of the men was kind and gentle and intelligent and I loved him. I don’t know if I loved him before whatever happened that sent me on the road, or discovered him during; but I found myself at this place a few times (even though the authorities knew I was connected and it was dangerous for me to be there.) They came in the car with me for a while, once. I’m not sure that we ever even kissed; I just have this sense that we were in love. He was a brunette, short-cropped hair, and…plain. I can’t recall anything astounding about him physically. Just a normal person.
In the end, I’d driven for some time and I was in the middle of nowhere and for some reason my best friend and her mother were suddenly with me, and they said “oh, I know just where we are.”
I woke up when I was almost there.
I wish I could remember what the hell it was I’d done. I know that my lover knew what it was, too. I know that we discussed it. But I can’t see it anymore.
