This morning, I had a very engaging dream. There was a lovely girl. She was oppressively held captive for work or something. She tried to escape. She Tarzan swung across the street. However, she did not have enough speed to get across the metal fence on the other side. On the second swing to gather more velocity, two guys jumped up and pulled her down by her feet. Sexy, white feet in sneakers, I may add.

The people put her inside of a mummy sleeping bag and wrapped plastic around it to keep her from moving. Than, they put her on the floor before the back row of passenger seats. The guys drove upfront. The back seats contained two other people and me. Those three people, we were sort of under the influence of the hostage takers, yet more like bystanders. They did not really force us into labor or chain us.

I felt the urge to save the blond girl on the floor. In my left back pocket of the jeans was a black loaded gun. I was ready to pull it out and keep the hostage takers in check until the police arrived. However, to use lethal force is a big step. So, I was hesitant and wanted to really make sure that it was the right thing to do. I tried to talk the other two people into freeing the girl and overtaking the hostage takers. However, the other 'bystanders' in the backseat were really reluctant. They even gave the hostage takers a bit of a benefit of a doubt.

So, I planned in my head to put the gun next to the driver and free the girl. All the steps were laid out in my head. However, before using a gun, I wanted to really make sure that words were unable to resolve the issue. So, I pleaded again with the bystander trying to be low enough, so that the hostage takers in the front of the car wouldn't hear us.

Right about, when I was ready to pull the gun, the alarm went off at 6 am to wake me for a hike.

What an intense dream!