run for your life.

I have a gut feeling my dreams of running away are trying to tell me something. Maybe, maybe, I should face the music. But I do wonder, isn’t that what I’ve been trying to do all this while? You mean, it isn’t enough? I just wonder, because it seems to be occurring often enough. Not always the same scenario, but the most vivid action that I could recall was running. Away. I think it was 2 nights ago.

Running along corridors of a glass-windowed building somewhere in London, my pursuer chasing after me, and somehow, I was in a university building, but it was in an office block. I don’t even know why they’re chasing after me, but heck, no one likes getting caught. I was guilty though, or at least I felt guilty, but for what, I don’t know. I remember using a lot of fire escapes, emergency exits and lifts which only allowed access after a retina scan. So I looked up. Funnily enough, I got through. I really thought I would be cornered (like a rat. I wonder if there are other things that are cornered…) The lift went up, to my surprise. I thought the fastest way would be down and out, maybe I was thinking of playing around. *shrugs* I remember running past a library, a study room, some classrooms (each on a different floor) and running down a lot of very wide staircases. Looking outside, I could see the perimeter of the campus; “I could probably break free if I sprinted for it….” I ran down another floor, and seeing the door, instinctively, I knew it was the exit. I pushed the door open.

“Damn. That’s a damn long way to run.”

I have no idea what happened after that. My trail of thought suddenly just disconnected. So I never knew if I got out or not, or if I was caught, or if there was any help, any ridiculously lucky streak. Nothing.