Locked in the park…

We were in a field. Wide, open, but hilly. The group on the area below were training their dogs. My family and I had arrived there after strolling past castle ruins along a path, which opened up to this park. We suddenly worried that the park gates might shut and we’d be locked inside, but they were only closing for the dogs. I ran and informed the dog owners, shouting at the top of my lungs for them to leave. They only had 2 minutes to get their dogs out of the park.

Sometimes dreams show us things or people we don’t recall┬áthinking about for ages, but are somehow there, at the surface of our subconsciousness. Strange stuff :/

I really don’t think I have a phobia of being locked in parks, but you never know…


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