The one when we couldn't pick the mushrooms

Date: 4/1/2018

By sdmakinson

A short dream with no real story to it. I was at the house a few doors down from my mums. The house was empty abd I was picking some mushrooms with my husband from the front garden when a car with its headlights on came speeding down the street after us. They didnt get to us before i woke up but i knew it was some russian officials about to arrest us for mushroom picking.