orchard run

I dreamt that I was on a farm, out in the country. I was sitting at a table and across from me was my captor (who was Ben Kingsley). It was a slow evening, almost torturous. He wasn't doing anything mean, besides being there and me knowing that I was going to be hurt or find my end at some point that evening. We were having dinner maybe? I was in a long red gown and looked like Natalie Portman. A bit skinny, a bit frail. It seemed we were having a battle of wits that was getting us nowhere, but escalating the fear, the control and the hatred of the situation. I knew I was going to get no where with him. At one point I just decided to get up and run. I rather be killed quickly if it was going to happen that to let it draw out. I ran into the orchard half being me .. half watching from afar as if it was a movie. I could see her/me run along the orchard. I thought ... she could make it if she would quit running in the moonlight. She needed to get between the trees, even if it seemed it would take her longer to get to her destination, at least he wouldn't be able to see her. She threw a large hard clod of dirt in the air and it hit him in the head. It didn't slow him. Then she threw a branch and I could see blood, but it just angered him  more. Then he threw a large clod of dirt and hit her directly in the back of the head and she fell.  Then they were sitting in the orchard like nothing had ever happened, both laughing. Like this whole thing had been a game. He said he hoped they hadn't made so much racheous that the neighbors could hear... they might have thought they were serious.