It ended with my holding her underwater just long enough to get away, and I swam underwater myself until I was out of sight.
The movie set was in chaos as their star floated up dead, and their hero had disappeared.
It’s 5:30 AM and I’m cold and I think I’m through sleeping. Forever.
And then there’s this one from around the same time period:
So this guy, me, Ryan, tells his wife to get out, but he won’t let her take the baby with her. She and her boyfriend and the police think he will burn the place down if they push him, so they back off, and he takes the baby, stops for a hamburger, and heads for Canada. On his way he gives his wife the baby anyhow.
So I woke up with heartburn and don’t know how it ends, but I think; maybe the dream is all about me. My male spirit tries to keep ‘the baby’ (me, male, before birth) but has to give it up to ‘his wife’. In the dream, the baby is a girl. It’s disturbing, it was so very strong.