Submitted by me

So this is really bizarre because I was technically in the dream, but like as a character? It started with me as myself telling my mom the pros and cons of organizations like Samaritan's Purse, because in real life I'd fallen asleep having an incredibly stimulating conversation with my cousin who is a full-time missionary in Central America.

Then it transitioned to where I was living with my abusive mom and she had a cow that looked like a rhino and she routinely set it loose on us (I had a sister who kept coming and going in the dream). We'd plotted an escape forever but always got caught. Finally, while running from the cow/rhino, we climbed onto the roof of my old house, and from there jumped and landed on the fence and escaped into the woods. We were running for a really long time in all these neighborhoods and trying to stay hidden.

Then it transitioned to where I had escaped with two teenage girls who had also run away from their abusive moms, and this was actually a story I was writing. It was the most glamorized version of living on the streets I have ever seen. We stole things and did whatever we wanted and it was amazing. At this point in the dream, it had changed to be a highly planned escape, so we had backpacks with a few belongings and whatever money we had. To avoid being found, we routinely hopped a train and went somewhere else far away. At one point, I tried to enroll in high school for whatever reason on earth. But as I was talking to the school advisor, I lucid-dream-realized that they would recognize me, since I'd been reported as a runaway. So I backspaced that part and made us steal hair dye and dye my hair pink. Then at one point in the dream we ran out of money so we were selling knitted dog sweaters on Etsy but I was concerned about the cost of materials.

Then our moms found us, and we went back to this huge warehouse thing sectioned off into separate houses, and there were horses in the middle. And I was trying to escape again.