This was part of a longer dream. The end. I can’t properly remember the first part. But it was in part about a business man who was trying to talk to a security guard.
I have been wandering up and down the lushly vegetated banks of a river. I can gear a rasping man’s voice. Intro to find the source.
I am now in a suburban street. Similar vegetation. There is a railway line and brick houses on quarter acre blocks.
I can hear the voice more clearly. The man is saying over and over again “can’t breath!”. He sounds to be in distress. I try to locate the voice. For some reason, in think he is a guard. He is on the other side of the railway line. But I cannot tell where.