The real day 3 dream journal.
I had another weird dream, this time there was an elevated old shack on stilts on a slope with pine trees behind it, it was windy and the place around seemed abandoned, the clouds were gray and the grass was really green and lush and overgrown. I was running from some police specifically to get to this old shack to show my brother (who was part of the group chasing me) something in there. I got to the wood stair case but I took my time getting up because it was crumbling which meant my brother caught up with me, he wanted to see what I had to show him anyway, so we went in together. It was an old school room with its walls painted with turquoise paint, the roof was low so we had to bend our knees and everywhere was covered with cobwebs and daddy long legs. The wall facing us had bespoke mahogany looking doors, which when opened led to a small stage, with a 50 p slot which we put the 50p in and little marionettes of my chemical romance popped out, then an old fat policeman with a moustache came barging in out of breath with a skinny side kick equally exhausted and they arrested me
