Ugh, dream!

I dreamed I was on a trip, the whole family. We stopped at a gas station and Robby went inside, and while he was inside, I saw a man – named “Rick” – who was some kind of criminal or something and whom I apparently had been instrumental in putting behind bars at some point or something. Anyway, I turned away so he wouldn’t see/recognize me but one of the kids started talking to him, and he came over to the car. He looked at me and tried to remember why I looked familiar to him. Just as we were driving off, he remembered and came after us. After a breathless car chase, we arrived at our destination (an apartment building!?!) and went up to our apartment. We had temporarily lost him somewhere.

Across the street from the apartment building, there was a house, where a young man lived. I’m guessing he was around 20, maybe. He had a camera and wanted to take pictures of something, I can’t remember what, now. For some reason, at this point in the dream, I was… errr… unclothed. He made some sort of delighted sound as he walked in the door, and I realized my state of undress and grabbed a blanket and covered up (and stayed covered while he was there getting whatever pictures he was trying to get).

After he left, we went to a chapel or something (I was dressed again) and sitting a couple rows in front of us was a family I used to know in NY. The oldest son (who is my age) turned around and saw me, and his dad – who seemed to be being somehow controlled by Rick – came after me. I hid behind a glass partition in the office, with the partition’s door closed and locked. Someone was inside the partition with me but I don’t remember who it was. The man was trying to get through the window (one of those openings for tickets and such) but was unable to get to me.

Once he gave up, I slipped out and went to the bathroom – a large multi-stall one – and another Rick-controlled man came after me in there. I escaped him and left the building. I went back to the apartment and got my purse/keys, and we slipped out of the apartment and hid in the back yard. We watched carefully for anyone who might be a problem. When it was dark, we raced to our car and jumped in.

A little way down the road, I realized that the driver (it didn’t LOOK like Robby, but it seemed to BE him) was struggling against Rick’s control, also. I put my hand on his shoulder and kept telling him, “I love you.” over and over, trying to get past the hold Rick was trying to get on him.

He pulled up at a big office building, and I jumped out and ran in. We needed to go upstairs and the elevator seemed safe enough, so we pushed the button and when the door opened, we stepped in. When we stepped out on whatever floor we were going to, there was Rick himself. He had a plastic… something. It was tubular and hollow, and sharpened. I had a shield of some sort – a briefcase maybe? – and it kept the weapon from hitting ME but the weapon went right through the shield up to the hilt (as it were).

Suddenly, I saw someone coming up behind Rick. It was the dude from across the street from the apartment. He took Rick down, thus saving my life.

It was very very very weird.