Betrayal; a dream story

Dreams can be so vivid.  Sometimes mine are dramatized like a movie, complete with the subtleties of emotionally charged acting and a soundtrack tailored to fit the story and add to feelings of intensity and moments of suspense.  Last night's went something like this...

Two companions on a journey through vine filled jungles, along the banks of large bodies of water and up steep mountainous climbs.  The first woman is our point of view and has offered to guide the second woman on this journey to safety.  Risk is uppermost in this story, as the antagonist serves a dark cause and is uncertain whether her guide will lead her back to her people's ship on a far away sea.  But the danger is too great in this unknown part of the world and so the antagonist chooses to trust.  She is an attractive adventurer, with chestnut dreadlocks falling over her shoulders and she is clad in loose fitting clothing of neutral browns and beige. We only see through the eyes of the protagonist but we know that both women fit the description of adventurer.

As their journey begins, through swamp-like terrain, the women share very limited dialogue and the distrust and uncertainty are thick in the air.  But as the road becomes more challenging, through hot jungle climes and up steep pathways where sometimes the only way up is clinging to ropes from what appeared to be a fallen bridge, the focus turns more to survival.  Tough journeys have a way of bringing people together and the atmosphere gradually grows more trusting, until you almost feel a friendship beginning to emerge.  It is at this moment that the antagonist looks down from where she is climbing to say to her companion that the area reminds her of a different part of the world than where they are supposedly headed.  We are shown a flashback where the protagonist is being asked by a friend how it is that she intends to lead this woman not to her ship but rather to her death, and in that moment we realize that she will sacrifice herself in order to complete the deed.

Suddenly the music builds to a crescendo with the low strings repeating intervalic motives with strong rhythmic drive, and the violins naturally soar above with long legato strokes.  The women reach the top of their climb and gasp to look over the edge and see the most devastating drop... one no human could ever recover from.  (I can only compare this to films and pictures I have seen of mountainous regions in China) The distance is so great that one would likely only consciously be aware of half of the fall. The betrayal and sacrifice are complete in this devastatingly dramatic ending.

The ending rehashed.  Both women choose to continue over the other side of the mountain when they reach the top.  It's as though the betrayal cuts too deep, and the chance of rescue is impossible now that she realizes she has been led to the end of the world, and the guide could never get back alone and alive.  This is why she knew the sacrifice all along, because the journey was too great to make again.  Also the feeling of hopelessness while suddenly suspecting the betrayal, reaching the top, and when she thought she would see her ship across the sea, instead she sees only the end.  No civilization, no hope, the end of the world; her unavoidable destiny.

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