I’m on a farm, or large rural property. It seems like spring, as it is dirty and muddy, there are people around but I’m not clear who they are. I am about 12 years old, I’m with another little girl who looks similar to me, and is dressed like me, long light colored braids and a plaid or gingham dress.
For some reason a sudden sense of urgency to escape emerges and everyone starts running away, I’m not sure why, but the little girl and I start running together. We are running down a gravel road. On the left side there is a long steep bank down to a river the runs far below. On the right side there is a wide graded ditch, with a small bank into dense brush, so dense it’s impossible to pass through it and hide.
In time we notice a big jacked up truck with massive tires following behind us. We decide that is what we are running from. We jump down and start running along the ditch, bit we are still as exposed as when we were on the gravel road.
Suddenly we come to a small tunnel through the underbrush, and I urge the little girl to crawl in. She refuses, as she thinks there may be bugs. The truck is almost on us. I notice I have a small coconut in my hand, and the outer shell is removed from part of it, and there is a mushy sac protruding.
I decide our best plan is to play it cool, so we nonchalantly lean against the bank, one on either side of the tunnel, and I munch on the coconut like it’s an apple.
The truck pulls up, but I don’t see who’s inside. I wake up.