Dream

Aaron and I were driving through a town we hadn't meant to go to, trying to get out.  We drove through a neighborhood with really weird trees in all the yards.  Some looked like giant yellow pine trees-slash-cacti.   Then as we rounded a bend, the highway was blocked off at a bridge; the entire road that went under the overpass was filled with cement and wood, completely blocking the road.

Then, my car was in a field, and six feet deep in a hole.  There was no way we were going to get it out, so we took our things, and crawled out of the hole.  We walked towards a house, but there were people in the house that didn't want us to leave that town at all.  They were going to keep us there.  I beat one of them up pretty badly with my purse (it's made of license plates), and Aaron was worried that "Now you've done it" and we were never going to get out of there. 

We left that house and went into the back yard, and it was filled with a long, narrow building with several doors.  Aaron wanted to check it out, but I just wanted to leave.  We went around to the front yard, passed by the car in the ground, and found a couple of trailers to hide between, because we knew someone was after us.  Aaron insisted in going inside one of the trailers.  I tried to stop him, but he'd already knocked and entered.  It was filled with dogs sleeping, but no human was there.  In the trailer next to us, a man started to get out of it.  He was very tall, but wanted to help us escape.

We all climbed on the top of the trailers and hid from the men chasing us.  Then they spotted us, as we jumped down and ran into another house.  There was another guy in there, walking towards me.  I started running at him, jumped, and kicked him in the chest with both of my feet.  He was knocked down and was not going to get back up.  In the next room was another guy, smaller, but faster. 

Then the alarm clock went off and I couldn't get the dream back again.

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