I had a dream the other night where I was awaiting trial on what I realized, after waking up, was a terrorism charge. I was accused of being one of three guys involved in some plot that resulted in a plane crash. Whether it was a plane crash into something I do not recall.
How did I not realize this was terrorism, in the dream? That piece was kind of an afterthought. I was evidently out on bail. My lawyer was never contacting me. I divulged it to someone by saying, “You know that [insert name of incident] incident? They think I was involved in that,” and the someone to whom I divulged it just kind of said, “Oh, ok,” like that made all the sense in the world.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t do it, though. I was convinced of my innocence in the dream. Just really stressed that my lawyer hadn’t practiced with me on how to testify.
What a coincidence! About two weeks ago I had a vivid dream during which I was somehow involved in a kidnapping. There was no violence, but at some point, while the victim was still being held, I realized I would probably need a lawyer. “What a hassle!” I thought. “Something else for my to-do list,” I groused. “How do I go about finding a lawyer,” I mused.
Walking past a table of vague acquaintances, they asked, inexplicably, what I did for a living—or what my interests were—or how I spent my time. “Would you believe,” I responded, “that most of my life is rather mundane, but very occasionally I get caught up in ridiculous things like this.”
And off I went to find a lawyer…
I was so grateful to wake up and realize it wasn’t on my to-do list.