Then we were traveling through the woods. The dream was like a movie, and it cut to something else going on at the same time. There was a place with the bad guys, and they needed an artist to make a realistic rendering of someone (dead? unconscious?) I couldn't see. There was a dark-skinned woman imprisoned there. It was imperative to the good guys that the rendering not be recognizable, and she was on the good side.
She laid out many sheets of paper around her, and carefully did series of alike drawings, rather abstracted close-ups of mouths, ears, etc., but nothing coherent or whole. At one point, an older, cruel looking woman looked down upon her from a window in a courtyard above her, and said, "We know what you are doing. Your training will soon be over." The artist, knowing that she would now be killed, nodded silently but still diligently finished the series she was working on.
Back to Lukas and I in the woods. He sat in a path in the woods with a sketch pad and I reclined next to him. He swept a section clean with a pine cone and commenced sketching. I tucked two fingers into his side pocket and said, "what can be done so that we can get out of this and I can be with you as I want to?" He said, "I have a plan in which should take care of both of those things." I lay happily in the sun, an amazing warmth flowing from his hip to my fingers through the canvas cloth of his pocket.
Then I was rudely awakened by Jonathan in his morning robe, breaking down the door (I crashed here last night).
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