Don’t bike to Lowell

I swear I’ve had this dream before, or it a movie I’ve once seen.

I’m one of 4 or 5 kids, trying to get someplace (the name was Lowell). We were riding very old and little bikes together, it had a “Stand by me” sortof feeling to it, this dream. We followed a road to its end, and it turned out to be a horse farm, where the moment we turned around our horse was inside the kitchen window of the only house, hanging by a hook. I snuck inside and took the horse down, and then soon as I looked back, the girl in our group was up on the hook. The large woman who lived in this home had taken her down and refused to give her back, she wanted someone to play card games with.

The rest of us stayed outside for awhile until the lady allowed us to stay in the garage, where we could watch she and our friend play games together. The house wasn’t very dirty, but she never cleaned.

One day the phone rang, and an officer asked her if she had seen us children. She waved at us to quickly leave as she was told to enter us in a contest to win a car, and to act like it wasn’t a set-up.

As we were riding away quickly, I rolled down the hill and had to walk my bike back up. Two of my friends vanished infront of my eyes, and I called to the girl asking why. I got no response. I asked afew times, and then realize it was because they had lied, though I don’t know when or what about, I was the only kid who spoke in this dream.

We sat down on the curb of a drive-thru resteraunt, and started throwing small rocks across the parking lot and at cars. A clown band began playing, and we started dancing to their music. They started egging us for money, and the girl started walking away. I called for her, and eventually began following her. The main clown called to me as I walked away, and his band left him in a fit.

I don’t remember anything else, but this feels way to familiar.

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