I'm in the Cleveland house and have done something that may have offended a powerful group. I'm young in the dream; I escape with a female friend dodging arrows from unseen assailants as we rush for cover.
I have a ridiculously large black shiny bow and am looking for targets to shoot. I don't see any. We dive into the cover of a pine tree and I think it may be best to wait it out there. I don't express that thought and my friend convinces me we have to run further.
We run, me with by giant bow looking for targets.
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