I have dreams often where I'm trying to escape. Sometimes from criminals in my own home with my children, but most often from law enforcement, in which case my identity changes. I have never done anything wrong, but am being sought for who I am. I always have others with me. Last night it seemed like I was dreaming about this all night. There were two of us and we were small children. We were escaping. It was easy, even when the pursuers were on motorcycles. The terrain was beautiful, interesting. At one point we were on a hill overlooking the city of Corvallis, and it was lovely, vibrant, many of the buildings having red roofs like a European town. I said to my friend, come look! And then the pursuers came over the ridge. And we ran away, laughing, untouched.