I had a dream that I was someone driving with a few other people through these old Midwestern towns where fictional me’s parents had lived once. We stopped and ate lunch at a diner and it was still summer, so all the lights were turned off and there was just the glare of really bright sun coming in from the street and the parked cars.
Something changed within a period of time I don’t remember, and after that I remember being a younger girl of about 10, and there was another girl with me and we were running from someone and hiding in people’s back yards, literally fearing for our lives. We ran into the basement of this guy’s house and hid behind this curtain, and there was a trash bag next to us that we kept looking at but didn’t know what was in it. And that’s all I remember.