Dream #156

I was trapped in a dark dream
trying to find my family
in a vast swamp of tea colored water
skimming across a bed of sawgrass
in an armored boat

I felt claustrophobic
in the cabin
decorated in red velour,

a woman named Estelle
held me.

We sat protected in a windowless cabin
bouncing across the water
driven by Estelle's sister
Gwen.

I wasn't sure if I was kidnapped
or
I was a part of an escape.

Her son, Trigger,
sat in the back seat,
a bow and arrow at his side.

I wondered why she named him Trigger . . .
perhaps because of her love for Roy Rodgers
and  the smartest horse (previously) alive . . .

Or was it given to him by Estelle’s  ex-husband
who currently sat in a federal penitentiary
for armed robbery with intent to kill . . .  

I awoke . . .