Dreams.
It is hard to put dreams into words, pictures, imagines that flash by, a concept that cannot quite be understood, you try to make sense of it, but some how there is no sense to be made. In the dream I am with a group of people, we are running from another group of people, who have more authority than we do, but we have something that they want, I am not quite sure what it is, the dream never really makes that clear, but we fight as soon as they catch up with us helping us get further away from them. We run pulling the other one behind us further and further along, I am running of of breath, and my legs are becoming heavier and heavier, but I cannot stop running, the person holding my hand tightly won't let me. Some of them are falling behind, and I reach my hand out to them to catch up. We try to hind in a old car lot, I duck down between the seat and the dash board, but they can see me. Someone approaches the car, and as they open the drivers side door, I open the passengers, slamming it shut right into the top of their skull. I few more images pass by, and I am not quite sure when I woke up from this dream. But what I don't understand is why I am running. Does that mean that I am running from something in real life, something that I am not quite ready to face yet?