Another Dream Resucitation

 I need to write down the dream as I recall it, or else wisps of what's remembered keep intruding on my thoughts. It's been a long time since  a dream has had a nightmare quality, so here it is----Begone!

I had to drive to a  place to get a paper of some sort signed. I was familiar with the location, had driven there many times before, assuming this drive would be as easy and comfortable as before. But the traffic was horrendous, one woman in a white car cutting me off by being in the wrong lane and almost colliding with my car. I felt a sense of dread, mixed with terror, thinking I could not get through the traffic safely. 

I arrived at my destination and entered the building, or rather a complex, searching to find my way to the right office. I saw Dave sitting at one of the public computer stations. He had arrived there separately,  was wearing a yellow shirt, and looked a lot like Danny. He directed me to where I wanted to go. I tried to present my paper to the woman in charge, who was sitting against the wall at a  table outside the office. But she needed some more information or something. Dave arrived, still in that yellow shirt, and tried to help. It struck me that in his interaction with the woman there were absolutely no words exchanged between them, not a single syllable. But it seemed to have gotten the desired effect. 

 I was ready to go home, paper problem resolved, but I had trouble finding the way out of the winding routes of the complex. I spotted the exit area and felt a great sense of relief. There was an interior door leading to the exterior exit door. As I approached the door, a man was apparently ready to exit but he held the door for me and motioned me to leave. It troubled me though that he wanted me to go out the door before he did. The man was ordinary looking at first sight, though everything about him was a shade of gray. His hair, even his beard in the current scruffy style, was gray and the  well-coiffed hair on his head a silvery gray, though he appeared to be a youngish to middle-aged man, dressed in a well-tailored gray business suit. 

  His mannerisms and body language that insisted that I leave just ahead of him concerned me so I stepped back and went looking for Dave to help me. The man followed me to where Dave was still sitting. Maybe I expected Dave to say something, but instead he drew out a huge sharp knife and flourished it at the man, who retreated but not without shouting out his anger and threats of revenge. 

As I was trying to steel myself to leave and drive home, I came upon the man, this time walking with , and supporting, a crying woman. He was still angry, and threatening. I was filled with terror, but before I even got to leave the building, I heard a loud "Clunk" and I woke up in my own bed.