I remember that this dream was short, and odd at the same time. It took place in a shed, or barn type setting. Technically, it felt like a concentration camp setup (I'll get to why it felt this way in a moment). There were us, the good guys, and the other side, that were the bad guys.
In this dream, we were arguing over sides, the other sides leader, got on this tractor thing, like a forklift, and started moving other forklifts out of the way. I remember that I tried to hide behind one of the forklifts thinking this leader would not see me, and of course, he drove right up, lifted it with the forklift he was on, and moved it aside laughing, like he had just found treasure.
After I had no hiding space, I noticed a hole in the farm wall, beyond that, was a fence with barbed wire that looked like it had previously been hit by a truck. (It was knocked down slightly). This is when I booked it. I ran out, jumped over the fence, and kept running. That's when I noticed them standing outside the farm hole that I jumped out of, with guns loaded, well, One gun.
Knowing that I might get sh*t in this dream, I made a hard run for it. The weather was cold, icy, more of a winter, however, I ran into this deep river, or lake, unsure, and it was not frozen solid. I jumped in, took a deep dive, and heard bullets zooming past like a little windup toy.
I kept swimming. Then, I woke up. Felt like an old war movie come to life.
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