I O U

I had a dream last night that I can't remember with great detail. I do remember that it was late, late evening with a very small bit of blue still in the sky and I walked into a house, and there was a group of organized burglars there, holding people hostage and robbing the house. They didn't see me, so I exited back out the door and walked into the house through a different door - the front door. As I was walking through the living room, some cops burst through the front door where I had just entered. They immediately pointed their guns at me and told me to get on the ground, which I did. They had confused me for one of the burglars. As they were patting me down and cuffing me, my face smashed against the carpet, I heard the sounds of more cops breaking into the other part of the house, and dealing with the real criminals. I tried as hard as I could to convince them that I was not a burglar. Suddenly, gunshots were coming from the other room and I could tell (as could the cops that were holding me) that the burglars were slaughtering the cops. One of the cops holding me down (the female one) pulled me up and started to take off my handcuffs. She got them off and helped me to my feet, opened the door, and told me to run and save myself. I could hear the burglars in the other room starting to break the door down and I knew it was a matter of seconds before they broke through and killed these last few cops that had been dealing with me. In that moment I felt an inexplicable sense of love toward the female cop that had freed me. I ran out the door and cleared the yard, but then I knew I had to go back and help her - I owed her something. I started running toward the cracked front door with yellow light pouring out onto the front porch, and then I woke up. I'll always owe that woman - in the last few seconds of her life, she chose to help me instead of saving herself.