Dream Episode - Chinese Communist Monks

Day of dream - last week

[Something happened but I can't remember much since it was so long ago...] We were running up the pagoda. Running away from the monks. The inside of the pagoda was dusty and old, bare of furniture other than the forgotten that are left to rot. Even those are sparse.We ran up the stairs, higher and higher. The way between two of the floors were cut off. It would take them some time to figure out a way to get up here. We have a bit more time.

Finally we were on the top floor, light from the day lit up the space much more than on the lower floors. It was in the small space of the top floor that it became apparent that we did not think anything through. We were trapped and it was a matter of time before the monks caught up with us. The adjacent building was so close that we can almost jump across. It was time for a risk. To reduce the danger of falling, we picked out an old mattress that was lying around among the other old stuff abandoned in that small space, and made a bridge out of it.

One by one, we began to jump across. The distance seemed smaller while I was jumping across. It was as if the buildings were next to each other.

Safe on the other side, we ran down the stairs for more escape options. Unfortunately the monks were one step ahead of us. They were waiting for us as we descended the stairs. It was too late to turn back as there were monks on the other building cutting off our exit route.

We followed the monks to the balcony-bridge. They lined us up. The monks stood tall in the sun light. The lush plants on the balcony highlighted the monks' dull gray (or is it black?) uniforms (like those in the Chinese communist era).

I stood staring at them, and it occurred to me that someone among us had betrayed us to the monks, for they would not have been able to predict and react so quickly to our escape to the adjacent building. However I did not sense sinister intent from the monks. They were just strict and abide faithfully by the law.