C had been kidnapped by someone from New Medievalism. It wasn't clear what the kidnapper wanted. He didn't mean to hurt her, I think, nor did he want money. Apparently he wanted me to be his friend and he figured kidnapping my wife was a way to get on my radar screen, so to speak-- to give us something in common to talk about. He figured if we had to talk about my wife, we'd find all the other things we had in common, too. We talked on the phone-- a very awkward call, made more difficult because he wouldn't let me talk to C for some reason, which made me nervous, and then he admitted that he'd been in prison for four years once because he accidentally let someone get killed and had been convicted of manslaughter.
I woke up from the dream with the situation unresolved, very relieved that C was still in bed.