SCA EVENT AND ENCOUNTER IN A THEATRE

I am at an SCA event.  It is held in a large building and on an upper floor, which we all think is very unusual.  The venue is quite beautiful, with large columns on either side of the long hall.  I am in a company of old friends (known to me only in the dream), and one of the ladies asks me if I would be going to Pennsic, because she has space in her car to take me, but we would have to leave immediately after this event.  I am very excited about this, telling her that I've never been, and it would be wonderful to go.  Suddenly, I remember that I left my camera at home.  I ask if we can make a quick stop at my place to pick it up.  

"In fact", I continue, "I got so excited about this prospect that I completely forgot that I have nothing to bring with me!  I'll need to pack!!"  My friend is not that impressed and again stresses that we will need to leave immediately.  I realize that it would be totally impossible for me to go now, since everything I need is at home, that it would take me some time to pack.  Finally, I tell her that I will not be able to go at all.  My passport is expired and there won't be time to get a new one.  She is very upset, accusing me of stringing her along.  I shake my head and leave her.

Now I find myself in a darkened movie theatre.  Except for one other woman closer to the front, I am alone there.  Something about that woman makes me feel she's in distress of some sort, so I walk down the aisle to see if she's all right.  She's obviously crying.  I ask her if she's okay, and she lifts her tear-stained face to me - young, mid to late 30's, dark eyes and dark blond thick hair tied back at the sides.  In spite of the fact that I know I've never met her, she is familiar to me.  "Kris?" I ask gently, as I sit down beside her and put my arms around her shoulders.  

Eventually, we get up and walk out of the theatre.  We go through the empty lobby and into a long hallway.  She silently leads the way to a large glass door and motions me to preceed her.  I do so, and immediately find myself almost stepping off the ledge several stories above ground.  Just in time, I find my footing by grabbing onto a support column.  Below me I see the snow and slush-filled streets, and heart pounding hard, I begin to scream for help.  The woman is no longer there, and eventually, after several terror-filled moments, a couple of people come running and help me up. 

As I finally walk along the solid floor between the two rescuers, I wonder why I just didn't fly off, and why this situation should have so frightened me.