An Arabic coffee dream

In the dream an european woman, dressed in light blue abaya with grey embroidery, stood in the middle of a market with police surrounding her and demanding to know, where was her male companion.

She didn’t have one and through her pov I knew she was there on a holiday (in the back side of turkey perhaps?) and she had chosen this impossible place just so her boyfriend wouldn’t follow her, so she didn’t have one but the police kept asking and demanding and she didn’t even know the language to tell them she didn’t have one, so she kept standing there, silent.

Suddenly I saw a man, standing not far from her, who was just paying for a kilo of oranges for a sailer and watched her and how the police came on her.

He stood for a moment and I saw him recognize her and I sensed the thought that she had hidden his son once in europe. that the son got caught nevertheless and he didn’t feel sorry for it as he had deserved it. But for that act of kindness, he felt he had to do something to help her.

He walked in the middle of the police ring and offered the kilo of oranges to her.
“Here are you oranges you liked, M…?” I don’t remember the name. She looks up at him and takes them automatically, without thinking.

Then he turned to the police and asks, can’t he leave her even for one second to pay for the oranges without having police harassing his guest, (he also added something that meant she was under his protection, which made the police pull back).

The police then turned to her instead and demanded to know is it true, did she know him. Of course she didn’t but instead answering, she showed them her passport and the name matched up, so they left her alone.

At the same time a big party of people had gathered and they got a bit too curious for his taste, so he offered her to go to his place and she goes, without knowing why he even trusts him.

I thought it could be, because she’s a bit naïve – trust before mistrust. He offers her that they keep up the charade and tells her, why he is doing it, so she loses her guard and agrees.

Though the man has some power in the city, it’s after all a muslim city and though some may accept him having a free woman (plus blond and european) under his roof, some don’t.

A week later he takes her out in a club and she is still dressed quite covered-up as she doesn’t offend anybody. But when they are taking the seats, a man comes up to her, yells something and sticks a knife at her.

The man, who’s she with jumps before her and gets stabbed instead

The knife man is immediately captured and taken outside for hurting a man of his position, but because she is right next to him, trying to stop the bleeding, they are like stunned and won’t help her even though she asks for it desperately.

The knife man is immediately captured and taken outside for hurting a man of his position, but because she is right next to him, trying to stop the bleeding, they are like stunned and won’t help her even though she asks for it desperately.

So she demands a phone instead, takes out her very used conversation guide and calls the ambulance out herself. But after that she is taken in by the police and sent off to her home country before morning as it wouldn’t be good to have an european murdered in a club or have her involved in this action.

The moment her boyfriend walks in to her apartment I wake up. I remember him being very smudgy and too close to her to her liking and I remember the headache she felt the moment he opened the door.

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