Woman in Black- 06-30-2026
This dream occurred at about 6:15 am. Some of the time I was the Woman, in Black, but most of the time I was a disembodied observer. Illumination outdoors was typical of dreams, a little lighter than twilight, evenly illuminated, but with no source. There is no Sun in dreams. Within the offices it was normal office lighting.
A woman of about 40 years had entered an unoccupied office. She was slender, healthy, and dressed all in black. She had thick, black hair a few inches longer than shoulder length, and carried a thin black shoulder bag. The name I got for her was "Quiet Place". A little later I also picked up "Soto". She took some documents from a large desk and slipped them into her shoulder bag. She turned and left the office, intending to leave the building. Apparently she was familiar enough there she did not try to hide, but there were no other people around.
Right after she left the office, another woman, with cropped blonde hair, entered it. She saw that things were missing from the desk and immediately triggered an alarm. Quiet Place knew the gates were now automatically closed and locked, and that someone would be searching for intruders.
This was serious, but Quiet Place knew there was a secret escape route from the building. She went down into the machinery space in the basement and found a hidden grill. She opened the grill. The opening was not large, but large enough for her to crawl through. She entered a concrete tunnel about a yard wide and not quite high enough to stand erect. She closed the grill behind her and scurried down the tunnel.
She was now in a deciduous forest of medium size trees with a thick layer of brown leaves on the ground. She stopped to think for a moment. She knew the people at the building had dogs. She didn't think she had left anything they could pick up her scent from, but wanted to get away quickly anyway, so she took off, running through the leaves.
She came to a small river. About 30 feet to her right was a house, on a high foundation to protect it from floods. The forest came close to the back and opposite side of it. Before her was a row boat, tied with a thick rope. She untied the rope, got in the boat and started to row away downstream.
She knew there were falls a ways down the river, but she brought the boat aground well before that. In a clearing close to the river, was parked a very small airplane, similar to the kind that comes in a build it yourself kit. She knew there was a bare earth runway just a few yards away sufficient to take off from, and set about turning the plane around to to get it to the runway.
Scene change, I was in a different building, apparently quite far from the the other. There were a couple of men here. From them I learned that Quiet Place was actually her real name, that her operational code was Soto, and she was from an American Indian family. She had known about the escape tunnel because she had been involved in the design and construction of that building.
Nothing about the events in this dream seemed accidental. It seemed that this operation had been carefully planed with an eye to contingencies.
Fade to the waking world. I did not wake up completely, but close enough to review this dream several times so I could remember it. I was afraid that if I went back to sleep I would forget this dream. I did fall back into heavy sleep with other dreams, but I did hold the memory. I didn't rehearse it enough upon full awakening and almost lost her names, but they came back to me during the day.