High Altitude Dream

I had the following vivid dream while in Montana over Thanksgiving. I will credit (blame) the lack of oxygen due to the altitude for it. It really was this detailed, perhaps more so.

I walk down a narrow street, lined with row houses, as one would find in Europe. A clean-cut Indian man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in khakis and a blue polo shows up on the street behind me. He walks in a crooked line, seemingly trying to not look conspicuous, though failing miserably. He walks up and grabs my purse. "What are you doing? You cannot steal my purse!" I yell as I grab for my purse. He looks at me and stutters "I wasn't going to steal anything," as he dumps the contents of my purse out on the street. I scream at him while I crouch down in my high heels and pencil skirt to pick up the items strewn about the street. A black, mid-60's Chevy Impala pulls up next to me. "Hey beautiful." It's my husband. He is a cop. If you know of the show "Supernatural," he is like Dean, with some Brad Pitt mixed in. I get in the car, reciting what just happened to me. We drive for a bit, night falls, and pull into a broad gravel driveway in front of a derelict victorian house. There are people hanging out front. Out of habit, I get out of the car. Oh, no, this is one of the crack houses my husband visits in his role as a drug liaison. He develops relationships with users and dealers of drugs to keep an eye on them, keep them safe, and hopefully create goodwill between them and the authorities (it is a dream afterall). Why did he bring me here? He comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me, and drags me toward the house. We walk into a room, I guess a living room, with a ratty couch, a coffee table, lit by a bare bulb floor lamp in the corner. The wood floor is rough, like what you would expect in an old wild west saloon. There are several people in various states of being high, all unkempt, lounging on the couch, the floor, against the wall. My husband lets go of me and greets what seems to be the leader of this den. "Give your wallet to her," my husband tells me. I look down at my hand and realize I am still clutching my wallet; I never put it in my purse. I look at him questioningly, concerned, and he repeats the command again. I hand my pink wallet over to a skinny woman, wearing a short dress with pockets at the bottom. She puts my wallet in one of those pockets, amongst other wallets already there. "I will get it back from her tomorrow," my husband whispers as he walks past me to flop down on the filthy couch with others. I look back at the woman with my wallet. She nods. She works undercover in this house. I stand there frozen as my husband chats it up with the druggies. The room is remarkably lively, full of conversation, despite everyone being high. My husband eventually drags me onto his lap on the couch, laughing. I imagine fleas, mites, and all sorts of dirt being attracted to me. After a bit, my husband decides it is time to go home. I kindly cast a "goodbye" to the room as we left. We get back in the car, which had been left unlocked and was untouched. I look over at my husband, "Why did you bring me here.... today?" He looks back at me, smiles somewhat deviously, and then looks over his shoulder to back the car out of the driveway. You might be thinking he is a selfish, cocky ass. But, I know differently. I know his core. We are together because I had seen through the air of coolness and beyond the achingly handsome face to find the smart, good man inside. He really is a good man who adores me. There are days he comes home from being in the field, silently takes my hand to pull me away from doing work (I am a good lawyer and I enjoy the work, particularly as I am good enough to dictate what cases I work on) and makes me curl up on the couch with him. I know then he has had to deal with something horrific that day and holding onto me wipes away the memories of the day and gives him the strength to go back to work tomorrow. I am glad he showed me part of his world today. And hmm, bet we will have some good sex tonight....