Corn Field

Date: 4/17/2017

I'm in a vehicle, I think a van. I'm over by a bench and this guy keeps staring at my boobs, and tells me to "put it away" as if I were a dog. We pulled into the driveway. We parked the vehicle but left it running. We went to go get some letters, ministry letters to send out. There is a very narrow path, so I grab his arm. He says he's never gone through a corn field before. I say I have, and we go through. I come out with some decent scrapes, but nothing too major. Something about Uncle Grandma?..