Fields of ruin

Date: 11/25/2020

I'm running in a field, theres flowers everywhere and the grass is thick and green at about knee height. Im wearing a simple white dress with little flower prints on it. Im holding someone's hand but I never see their face. Its a boy wearing brown pants and a tucked in long-sleeved white button up. I was laughing thinking that we were playing a game, but then he tugs on my hand, running harder. The ground dips and we fall. When I get up, everything has turned to a sort of muted color. Theres thick fog and the tops of the grass is withering. Theres loud crashes in the distance and I grab the boys hand again, this time I'm pulling him along. We keep running and notice craters in the ground at random, becoming more frequent the further we go. There is no green anymore. Everything has turned brown and gray. We keep going until theres not even any dead grass, just heavy mud. The crashes are louder now and the field drops off. We're stuck at the edge and we turn around. It's a battlefield. There are no clear sides, just people fighting to survive. The fighting gets louder until the ground starts to shake. The mud underneath us begins to slide and the boy and I fall off the edge. I always wake up at this point with the image of a tank firing directly at us.