Dream Journal
I was running away from a town with three other people. We were on the dirt road that led to the town, and we came upon a large robot - probably 100 feet tall - guarding the road. As we tried to pass the robot was on fire. It almost got us, but we were able to barely run around it using the shoulder.
A few miles out of town, the road forked into two trails through the forest. The forest was a lovely, deep green. We chose the smaller of the two trails that led off to our left. There were people following us in the distance, so we made haste.
The trail we followed was very uneven. It twisted and turned around trees, rocks, over small hills, and under logs further into the forest. The path itself was quite narrow but worn down to bare dirt.
After a lot of hurrying, this long and winding trail abruptly stopped at a run down dirty shack. It was nearly black on the outside and in from the dirt, and was empty but for one tiny dirty bed. We couldn’t go any further, but we couldn’t stop here. We knew that we had to go back.