no escape

Some strange dreams. Lots of dreams with rivers. In almost all of them I am in some sort of vehicle. This last time it was a green van. The driver was trying to smuggle me across the river because I was a fugitive. There was a woman with us that I have never met but I knew she was a fugitive as well. There was no mention of the events which had led to the three of us evading the law but the whole thing had an eerie yet desperate feeling to it. Almost like hopelessness.
I was on the floor behind the driver's side seat. I kept looking at him in the rear view mirror. He had curly red hair and bushy red eyebrows. The whole episode had overtones of green. An emerald green. I don't know what it could possibly represent, but the river was that shade, so was the van, and so was the driver's vest that he wore over a white and burgundy flannel. I have been trying to decide if he looked more like a fisherman or a school bus driver. He had sweat on his brow and I could tell he was breathing irregularly. He was afraid of us although I didn't understand why. The context was a mystery to me, but in the back of my mind I knew his anxiety was justified. I didn't feel like I had forced him to abate us against his will, but I knew he shouldn't have been there.
"The bridge is up here soon" he said, "'bout a mile."
The woman was in the passenger seat. She had long brown hair, mid 20's, very attractive. She looked back at me. The concern and compassion she conveyed to me made it evident that she loved me or at least at some time had loved me. At the same time I knew what the expression meant even before she said it.
"They're gonna be waiting for us up there."
"Why don't we just keep driving?" I asked. "We don't have to cross. We can stay on this side."
"They will be at the next crossing." she said. Why did we need to cross? I didn't understand and it was frustrating me. I could hear a train passing on the other side of the river. I looked out the window and saw it passing in the distance. The horn was the sound of impending doom.
"There it is," the driver said as we approached the bridge knowing that we had no alternative. It was a left turn onto the bridge. Has we made the turn shots were fired, riddling the side of the van. I got down on my stomach and looked toward the front of the van. Our driver had been hit. My fugitive partner reached for the wheel but it was too late. We hit the water. I panicked as I was submerged in green.

On another note, I added a playlist with a wide spectrum of audio enjoyment. Some heavy, some not so heavy. They are all my favorites for varied reasons. Some relaxing, some exhilarating, some just down right comical. But if Dio tells you to jump on the tiger, you know what to do. Just shut up and do it!