Hiding Out In The City

 I woke from a dream in which I/we- the number of persons involved was unclear- was/were helping children escape from people traffikers in a vast, dusty Central American city. The leaders of our enterprise were a couple of middle-aged bearded mime artists. At one point the children were advised to go spend the night near "the fridge" because it would be cooler. Don't ask me what the "fridge" was. At another time a woman who was in cahoots with the traffikers recognised us and went off to tell them where we were. We could hear her- many streets away- ringing their doorbell and speaking to them and I thought, be shouldn't be able to hear any of that above the noise of the city but, after all, this is only a movie. After the incident with the woman we left the city centre and went and hid in an open space where there were tall stands of something like pampas grass....