There was something at the beginning of this dream that had to do with large (ie, seven or eight feet tall) Native Americans and items of theirs in closets and... pizzas? And it all took place somewhere in the orchard area outside of Grandmamma's mobile home, or just behind it. There was also something about guns and shotguns, and extending them with small tubes to make them shoot stronger.
After that, I remember being inside of Grandmamma's house with someone that was a cross between Emily, Erica (smart girl from elementary school that was older than me), and Amanda (another girl from school). We were talking about running cross country for school. I'm not sure if there was a race coming up, or if we just needed practice, but we decided to go outside and start running.
When we went outside, it was nighttime. I thought this was going to be pretty cool. We started outside by the back door, we ran between the house and the building, and we turned and ran over towards the direction of Grandmamma's mobile home. Erica (I think that's who she mostly was at that time) was commenting about the terrain, or lack of it. She was saying that running like this was harder, because at Fort Defiance High School, we had one big hill that we shot up in the beginning of the race, and then the rest of it was literally all down hill. I wondered how sound her point really was.
As I was thinking about it, the terrain changed and looked a bit like that out back of Fort Defiance H.S. where we had the hill called "Agony". I saw the hill rise up out of the land in the area about where the trees were on the other side of the field from the house. Also, as I thought about it, I could also see the comparison to what she was talking about. I saw this valley that ran down in the middle of several hills, and the floor of that valley was supposed to be the trail to run on. I wondered if it was really harder to run that than to go up to the top of Agony and back. I wasn't so sure, but she seemed pretty convinced.
When I brought my mind back to what we were doing, I was coming around the front of Grandmamma's house, heading again towards the side with the back door and the passage between the house and building. This time after we ran through, things had changed.
There was now a series of fences up that fenced off the back yard from the field, and also split the field into a few different segments. The fences were a bit hard to see because they were made of thin wire. The one that divided the back yard from the fields was made of some heavily rusted wire, almost like barbed wire, but I don't think it was dangerous to us besides the fact that it would trip us up pretty badly if we ran into it. We either jumped over it or ran though a portion of it that was down. That part was about where the little bar-b-cue pit used to sit.
After we ran through, we didn't know that there would be more fences, and we ran almost ran into the one that divided the field into sections, that ran perpendicular to the first fence. It about even with the close end of Grandmamma's mobile home. We saw it just as we ran up to it, and I stopped suddenly, holding Erica back. It was made of a much more shiny material than the first fence, and I realized that this one was electric. We stopped just in time, and we both sighed because it was a close call.
Then, for some reason, it didn't really occur to us that we could run around the inner perimeter, or just turn around and go back out the way we got in there, through the hole in the fence or whatever. Instead we felt a bit trapped, and we were wondering how we were going to get out of there without coming in contact with the electric fence. I went up to the corner where the two fences met, and I looked at the fence post in the ground. It was a little over six feet tall, and about a foot wide.
I decided that I would try to climb up this corner post and get out, and then help Erica out afterwards. I reached my right hand up and gripped onto the top of the post. I then tried to put my feet against the post and walk up the side of it, avoiding touching the electrified fence. I would get a step or two up, and then my feet would slip back down. I did this a few times, each
time ending up the same. I realized that I had on my Mercedes work uniform and my Sketchers steel toe shoes, and that was part of my reason for slipping constantly.
After trying the last time to walk up the fence post, I stopped and looked at the non-electric fence. I realized it was just held in place by hooking onto the post. I grabbed at two levels of it, and lifted them so that they came out of the eyes on the post. After these parts were down, Erica/Amanda wound up being able to just step over the last two remaining wires connected to the fence. I then stepped through myself, and hooked the wires back onto the post. We then continued our running, and wound up going inside after we got back to the front of the house.
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