In this dream I was held in prision like place with lots of boxes and crates. It was a warehouse basement. I made a run for it after a little while into my dream. I got out and hid among some hedges on the side of the road. I somehow ended up at a family friend's house. He moved out when his parents divorced many years ago. It was an old house by the ocean, with a steep embankment to one side. Their was a tree house in a tree hanging on the embankment behind the house. I somehow ended up at an older, more beaten, and abandoned version of his old house, that had a tree house that had a two by four as a bridge to get to it. I went into the house to see if it was empty or not. I got upstairs to his parents bedroom which has a couch in it when I saw the shadow of a movement. I bolted and the person gave up seeing who it was once I was out of the house. I somehow got back to the prison place, thinking that they wouldn't bother looking for me in the place I'd escaped from. I got a pair of clothes, street clothes. I hid in the hedges along the side of the road, I remember the colors matching the green and brown. I somehow made it across the street and into a terminal. It was either a train or plan station. The guy in front of me was having trouble with the ticket machine so two guards or policemen came over. They turned to me curious and I played it cool by saying that, 'yea I know I look like that chick that escaped, I've been getting that all day'. They left. I woke up.
