Shackles

Last night I dreamed hubby and I had just caught a priest (not one of ours!) embezzling -- the bread and the wine.  The priest framed me and I was on the run from the law.

I entered an office building and met an office assistant, a red-haired girl -- I was looking for someone but the building was mostly empty.  We each got into an elevator and when the door closed, instead of going to the ground floor, the elevator began shifting between floors...even ones the building DIDN'T have.  I screamed and banged on the walls, trying to get out.

I waited in the elevator a long time.  It finally stopped and I was able to dash out, but the red-haired girl was still caught.  I descended the stairs and managed to see her escape but then I saw the priest and had to run.

They caught me.  I was put in shackles and escorted to a meeting of priests.  This was a very serious business.  We were in Europe and I was going to be put on a train back to wherever I was going to be in prison.  Hubby arrived as a priest and disguise and pretended to escort me back to the building we were taking a recess out of.  (I think we were in England).  Somehow we ended up at a friend's apartment building and they showed me a secret escape route through the laundry room.

I explained to them what was going on and as they were leaving, the priests arrived.  I ducked into a pile of dirty laundry but wasn't completely covered.  I thought, "This is it.  They're coming for me."  Somehow they missed me and I felt like God had hidden me from them.  I got a better hiding spot behind the washing machine in preparation to escape through the tunnel but had to be still once again as they made their rounds.

They didn't find me, and I went down into the tunnel and got on a train, where I worked as fast as I could to get the shackles off.  once that was over I took a seat in a train car and tried to look normal in my priest robes and manacles that I could now remove.

It was a very awkward train trip.