Come Rescue Me...
I had this dream the day after New Year's. I was in an African village. I remember seeing a sign that welcomed visitors as I passed. As I trodded through the center of town, I saw a man with the bluest eyes I have ever encountered. I smiled at him and walked onwards. The road I traveled along became dirty, and muddy. I noticed, soon, that no one was around me. Then from a window, a man with a knife jumped in front of me and put the knife to my face. He took the sword, ripped the sleeve of my shirt, and found what he was looking for. In the fold of my sleeve was a thin, squire slip of paper ( a business card) which had secret information. I had been a spy for another village! The man grapped the paper, and just as he was about hurt me, the blue eyed stranger held his hand, and stopped him. He told me to take his horse, and off I rode with on this brown horse. I don't remember looking back to see what was going on. I do, however, remember going through the old, safe part of town, and people looked strangely at me for riding this horse, which clearly belonged to someone else. The townsmen and women knew the man this horse belonged to, and as I passed, the folks looked at me with disdain.