Altruiste

 I dreamt that I was in Paris. I was seeing an old friend that lived there (she lives in LA) and she was excited for friends to see her place. I had already been there, so was guiding the others there. It was in the evening and had just rained so the city was shiny and sparkly reflecting the lights and you could feel the coolness of the rain. Some were going slowly and I was at the head but looking back to make sure everyone was together. She lived in a building that housed a bank on the main floor. The rest is a bit messy regarding who went up, was she already there or running late... a small bit of anxious energy with something or someone not being ready.

Later in the dream, I worked in the same city in an office building. I went to work in the early morning when it was still dark out and again raining. I had passed a man and a boy on the edge of the river. Something didn't look right so I rolled down my window to hear and see. The man, who looked to be the boy's father was forcing the boy to do something. It looked like some sort of box with wires... a bomb?  The boy had to make the box work and the father was holding a gun to the boy's head in order for him to do so instructing him to repeat the words ..."Je suis altruiste!"   I went to park my car to see if I could sneak up on them somehow to help the boy. By the time I was near, the police were already there helping, so I left. When I arrived at my office, some coworkers were already there. They were morning sleepy jovial and it felt good to be there. One wanted to go with me to get coffee outside the office, so I was following him out, a short blond fella. I was just about to tell him what had happened earlier and I saw it on the news through a window.