Turquoise Dreams

7/25/14

Nap around 1pm - 3:30 pm.

DR before 3pm

I'm in a circular room, with one side missing a wall. Something like houses in tropics. Room is nicely furnished. We are expecting someones arrival. We know he is a very dangerous person. Someone behind me, who i think is my dad, has something in his hand. I know that we need to keep strict protocol and the visitor is not gonna like any deviance. I'm telling this person to hide it behind the chair, no put it in the closet, yea, closet. No put it in the basket.

The visitor is arriving by car. I stand up and and walk into the middle of the room. I'm realizing that this way I'm shielding Ophelia, who is sitting behind me now. I know I should not be standing in front of her, but I want to keep her safe, even if she will not like it.

The visitor is a young man. Incredibly friggin handsome, about 15 yrs old. He is smiling, and I bow my head, as protocol calls for it. I know if I don't get it right, our lives can be at stake. The young man is Pol Pot. He smiles back at me, and his smile is not threatening. I don't feel any danger, but I know it could go either way.