I run from the law with my future wife

Date: 10/31/2020

I was living in a small town by a river. Then the government came and tried to get everyone to leave. They were building a dam in the river, and they couldn’t do that with my town there. A bunch of people went out to protest, but I knew that the government was looking for me for some reason, so I needed to hide. But first I decided to do some good for my town: I jumped into the river, swam over to the boat the government was using to build the dam, and bored a hole in it with a pointy rock. The water was very cold, and I was underwater for a long time without taking a breath, but that was possible because I was part frog (unclear if that was the reason the government was looking for me). I was on the streets of my real-life hometown, specifically the area with a lot of hills. The light was very distinctly late-afternoon, and I was walking downhill past a lot of enormous and expensive-looking houses that don’t exist in my town irl. I knew I was looking for one specific woman’s house, because she would be able to help me. It was night, and I was at that woman’s house, but for some reason I no longer wanted her to see me. I hid behind her garbage cans as she got into her car and drove away. I was walking back up the hill, and it was late afternoon again. I saw a house with a swing set on its lawn, and knew that I was going the right way, since I had passed that same swing set while going down. In front of me were Arlette and Irene (two girls from my school who I barely know, no idea why they were there) and behind me was an Asian man pushing an empty baby stroller. Each of us was walking slightly faster than the person in front of us, and we all caught up at the same time, creating an awkward clump on the very thin sidewalk. I nodded hello to Arlette and Irene, looked briefly at empty-stroller-man, and kept walking. I was at the top of the hill. A girl from my town named Maggie (don’t know her irl) met me and said we needed to go back to town. I followed her. We were both standing on the other side of the river from our town. We needed to get across, but we couldn’t use the bridge, since the government was patrolling it. There was a series of floating objects, like stepping stones, that led across the river, and many people from my town were standing on them. I knew that they wouldn’t turn me in. Maggie and I started to go across, jumping from object to object (they were all weird shapes and colors and unrecognizable), helped by the various townspeople. However, exactly halfway across the river were two that were too far apart to jump. We’d have to swim. Suddenly a government boat (different from the one I drilled a hole in at the beginning) came speeding toward us and passed between the two objects. It created a series of massive waves that nearly knocked everyone off their feet. The waves kept coming for longer than would be expected, given that they were just caused by a moderately-sized motorboat. I finally decided it would be pointless to wait for them to die down, and jumped into the water. After a lot of struggling (the benefits of being part-frog had seemingly disappeared) I made it to the other side. Once on land, I took off my backpack (which I hadn’t been wearing up to that point) and spread out all its contents on the ground. The most important thing in my mind was a giant poster with Maggie’s face drawn on it in Sharpie. I was relieved to see that I had it, though it was a little crumpled and wet. Then I realized I didn’t have the actual Maggie with me. I started yelling out for her, even though I was supposed to be in hiding. She wasn’t on the riverbank with me, or on any of the floating objects leading over. Finally I saw her standing on the opposite side of the bank. I yelled, “What happened to you?” and she yelled back, “Maternity!” I suddenly noticed that she was very heavily pregnant, which she had not been up to that point. A man who looked like a purple Simpsons character came up on another government boat. He started talking to another worker, and I scrambled to hide in the woods. I was on my basement floor, sewing a quilt. The quilt was a scene of a pug taking care of several puppies that were clearly of a different breed. They all came to life (which didn’t surprise me at all) and the pug said in my voice, “I can’t believe Maggie had nine puppies!” In my mind, this was the epilogue to the dream: Maggie and I had both escaped, she had given birth, we had gotten married, I had helped raise her kids, and somewhere in there we had all turned into dogs. The dream concluded with me looking at the quilt (it had turned back into a quilt) and thinking that my placement of one of the puppies was unrealistic.