Outsmarting a Madman

I was a child at the breakfast table the first time I rescued anyone.  I was eating my oatmeal as my dad recounted the dream he had the night before:  He spoke of being trapped in a cave by a tiger, and of how I rescued him.  My eyes were wide as I listened.  I rescued him?  On the one hand, it was a scary thought:  I was only a small child.  On the other hand, I was very proud and happy to have done it.  Perhaps that moment planted the seeds of my “protector” personality.

I’ve had a recurring dream these many years since then, though not recently.  The setting and the specific threat changes from dream to dream, but I am always with or near a group of strangers and there is always danger.  And in every scenario it is up to me to calm, disarm, and/or outsmart a madman.

So far we’ve all come out alive.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Daring Do.”