timothy's Journal: Dreams: Two lucid ones of 20100423

20100423-dreams

1) In Austin, present day, visiting a counter-service BBQ place on the 2d floor of a (fictional) 2-level mall just north of the UT campus, just east of the Drag. I recognize the place from other dreams, though I think this is the most specificically it's been located. Was taken by the looks of the girl who took my order, daughter of the owner -- I guessed Philipina or Indonesian. Her name was two syllables, but not very conventional -- I think "Trina." Short hair, dark-brown or black, petite but not tiny (5'3"-5'4", say), slightly broad shoulders, mischievious eyes. She read my face when I was stammering my order, laughed pleasantly, said something disarming, looked around to see if her father saw her flirting w/ the only customer in sight. I got my food, and then -- jump cut -- she and I are riding an Austin Metro bus, off to go do something around town, having a fun conversation.

2) James Bondian, though I was not all that suave within it. Held prisoner in a hotel room by 3 or 4 people; there was a woman being held, too, though I was suspicious she might have been a plant / double agent, so that I would volunteer information (about what, no recollection) in order to save her from harm. Though we were both being guarded, there'd yet been no serious attempt at extracting what I / we knew; that was to start later, and I got the feeling it was the 2d stringers who were in charge at the time. Data: they didn't bind me well to the chair; their weapons were mostly out of sight (or holstered); they were obviously talking among themselves about other matters part of the time, and in some cases smoking (confident that we'd not try, unarmed, to challenge them); they had us in a hotel room. Walls thick enough that neighbors would be oblivious, but not in (say) an isolated warehouse, country estate, etc. I took advantage: my legs were unbound, so I was able to get up, use the chair to which I was tied as a weapon to disable at least one of the 3 or 4 others in the room, which also loosened the bonds enough to let me move more freely. I got out of the room (leaving the woman, of whom I was still suspicious) and into the hallway of the hotel, which was actally a breezeway -- climate like Florida. I made lots of noise (anything I could think of -- chicken noises, shouting randomly, throwing out names), hoping this would discourage pursuit for fear of witnesses, and tried to make my way toward any place with more visible people (same reason). The chair was still attached to me, but only loosely, and I figured it would loose enough to cast off in short order.