In my dream, I was part of a group involved in life or death escape from authorities. Having executed strenuous and painful athletic feats in caves, on water, ..., we had become very fit and rugged, but it was still almost certain we would be apprehended. It turned out two of our group were great young hockey players, the sons of billionaire founder/CEOs of rival companies. After an endless chase through a maze in Boston, we fled to New Hampshire. Finally, I was able to return to my apartment near Fenway Park. I realized I had left my kitten alone for several days and was worried for its health. When I let myself into the suite of rooms, people were there looking at an enormous floor jigsaw puzzle I had been working on before leaving town. It featured a photograph that held significance in the big company rivalry. I realized I was under scrutiny, maybe even in danger, because of inside information I possessed connected with the photograph. New construction by one of the two companies had surrounded my aparment building with a stark structure, controversial for its dark, forbidding architecture. One of the hockey players, knowing his fate might be in my hands, but remaining fiercely honest, quietly admitted the building was a bad thing. The hundreds of people, including myself, were being served a neighborhood feast, so we sat down on rickety rented bridge chairs. I went for a walk around the block and into an underground shopping mall. I was able to speak several foreign languages with proprietors of the shops.