I had an extremely disturbing dream tonight. Back in 1989, my best friend's death was ruled a suicide. Tonight's dream revealed that the whole thing was an elaborate hoax just to fake her death. All because she hated me so much. Why? My last conversation with her before she died later that day was harsh. I was harsh. She'd called me at work on a particularly horrible day, I was angry and frustrated and I took it out on my poor needy friend. She wanted to have lunch with me and I just didn't have the time.
The dream starts much later in my life. The boys are grown, my husband has died (sorry, hun!) and I am the CEO of my own successful graphic design and advertising business. It's the weekend, I'm having lunch in the park with friends when I see a good looking man having a conversation with a woman who looks strangely familiar. I head toward their picnic table and over-hear part of the conversation.
Somehow from the scrap of words I hear, I jump to the conclusion that this man is "Tom" the boy my best friend was secretly in love with in college and the woman is HER. She's alive.
I confront him and he tries to convince me that I've seen a ghost. I almost believe him but then later decide to have him followed. Turns out he's one of the key people who helped her pull off the death hoax. Even K's parents thought she was dead. (She resented them too for their controlling ways and her smothered/over protected childhood.)
When K finds out I'm on to her, she comes to my office. I try telling her what her "death" did to me, but she's still so angry. Eventually she reveals that she's there to kill me. That's when things turn really, REALLY strange.
Queue the James Bond like chase scene where K and a band of assassins are chasing me and I suddenly have all this high tech gear at my disposal. Turns out my advertising business is just a front. I secretly manufacture spy gear for the international market.
As I run from overwhelming danger, I reach the far side of a tall parking structure, deploy collapsible wings from the black backpack I'm wearing, and leap. I'm crossing my fingers that the device works because, as I jump, I realize I've never fully tested this device before. It's a prototype.
There is the dizzying sensation of falling as people are shooting at me...and then John wakes me up to take over care of the baby.
Is there a psychiatrist in the house?