We drove to a motel, parked and, on the way to our room, bought a newspaper from a certain stand. [In the dream here, I was feeling a lot of déjà vous so I think that I had either been there before or that I had dreamt the scene before.]

I didn't know this at the time, but that was a sign to our contact that would help us get out of Russia and to safety. I started joking around with two nearby guards, a black woman and a really tall, but fat, man. He said something to me and I got in his face and he shrank down and the lady laughed. We were all kidding around and then, as my mother moved away to go into our motel room, I waved goodbye and left. When we were alone, my mother was upset and wanted to know why I was drawing attention to us by talking to them. I remembered seeing the scene before via that déjà vous feeling and, at that time, we had gone in really quiet and kept to ourselves... which raised the guard's suspicions... something bad had happened. I tried to explain that, if we just kept to ourselves, they would become suspicious and we'd get caught and a bunch of other stuff that made a lot of sense at the time and she finally agreed with me.

Blackout.

Some other stuff happened but I don't remember what. There was a dark skinny guy with us for a while and then he left. And then we were outside doing something and then we were back at the motel and my mother was talking to us. I think we had gotten into a close jam with the authorities. My mother sang a song to us as we were getting ready for bed. I told her that it was a nice song and asked if she would write down the words for me. She said she would and then we fell asleep.

Blackout.

We were all going out to find our contact as was planned [the paper had been to alert them that we were there and then there was a place we had to go to meet them] and my mother and I were talking. I told her that it was unwise for her to be the only one to know the plan and that I should at least know what was going on. She agreed and quickly told me the details, which is how I found out about the contact who would get us out of Russia.

On the way to the truck [our old blue suburban], my brother was walking way out in front of us and my half-sister was starting to stray to the side looking around. Suddenly, there were shouts and gunshots. I know one was meant for me but all of a sudden, my mother was on the ground, bleeding and unconscious. Something came over me as I pushed grief aside... I picked her up and put her into the back seat of the truck, which was suddenly right in front of me. Then I grabbed my half-sister, who was playing by a small brick wall with a guy holding a hose. The guy tried to spray me with the hose but I stayed behind the wall. As he ran around to spray me, I made a break for the truck and put her in the front seat. I turned the key and pealed out of there to get my brother, who was running down the road ahead of everyone.

Another car got behind me as I tried to maneuver to pick up my brother on the other side of the car [my mother was right behind the driver's seat]. The car was gaining on us and the truck's foot pedals kept changing places so I could never speed up when I needed to. Finally, my brother was able to jump into the back and I took off to the rendez-vous site, the other car still behind us.

As we pulled up to the site, an old man stood in in the middle of the dirt road and motioned for me to stop. I recognized him immediately and said, "It's Deforest Kelly!" He shouted at us to turn in quickly or we would all be killed for certain. I knew that he was our contact so I did what I was told.

Blackout.

My half-sister came into my room to wake me up and jumbled the dream. I got one last bit before I woke completely up:

I was sitting alone in the driver's seat of the car holding a scrap of paper. On the paper were the words to the song my mother had sung to us. She had been mortally wounded from that shot she took for me but hadn't died until we were safe with our contact. As she was slipping away in the back seat, she had written the lyrics down for me.

...I really wish I could remember them now.

End.