Runaway

I dreamt of running again last night, only this time I was clearly running away from my life.

I was meant to be having tea and cake with an old female friend to talk about a business idea, when all of a sudden, her husband and all my family turned up. The meeting was wrecked and any chance of doing business ruined by my family. So I walked out of the room with my mum following me saying sorry the to was ruined but she know it was for the best as she know that I would not cope with the meeting on my own.

I carried on walking and never looked back. Though garden after garden I went, till I was running for all my life. I carried on past shops and streets I have never known. After many hours a storm started and heavy rain started to fall. I found shelter under a porch way of a dark house. I soon started to hear the voices of the household stirring inside and coming towards the door. I ran through the garden to hide behind a shed, but it was to late one of them had seen me and followed me out into the rain. Both dripping wet I realised that I had once known this blonde man before me.

We went inside the house and he explained that the house was owned by someone who understood runaways, in fact everyone that lived in the house were runaways and that I could stay there as long as I wished.