I am in a wooded area looking down into a ravine. The landscape is comparable to that of the Lion King. I am peering down and see a group of people on horseback. I understand these to be Sioux Indians.
The sight of them makes me uneasy. They have guns and are riding around like they're going into battle. I understand them to be the "Sioux Mafia" and they hunting me. One spots me and I quickly make a run towards a nearby town. I hear gunshots in the background! I run through various houses and buildings. One that stand out to me resembles the mall Polly Pocket playset that Michelle and I had as kids.
The store is definitely abandoned. The lights don't work and there is dust all over the floor. Bullets break the window glass. I hide behind the cash register. There is a little girl with me (I don't remember how she got there). She's not my daughter or a sibling but she is important to me somehow. I grab her by the shoulders and look sternly at her. I tell her that she has to run. I promise that I'll come find her but for now she just needs to keep running and never look back. She nods at me with tears rolling down her face. I push her along and she runs off.
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