I dreamed that Pat bought me two boxes of cracklin' oat bran and they were stacked up on the shelf.

Kit, Pat, Tim and I journey through a city. We crawl along the top a fence under several overpasses. The daytime sky is completely blocked and it's dim. The land is undeveloped and covered with green plants. I see some sketchy men walking around, and I try to act like I am supposed to be there and try not to acknowledge them. We are escaping something/someone. We sneak into a large house. I think it's night. We are in the innards of the house. I hide behind some master bathroom closet wall panels, my brothers behind me. A man gets out of bed and comes into the bathroom turning on the light. I can see clearly through cracks and I am scared of being caught. The man comes right up to the wall. I try not to make any noise. Somehow I am on the other side of the wall and seen by the man. We stand still looking at each other and I try to think of what to say.
Kit and I are in the attic and we take a rope down a chute directly to the basement. We try to find a way out of the house or at least the basement. We find a way into the kitchen. It's a very old house. It's like a kitchen with a staff cook and cook's quarters. We help Tim get through a passage... It's gone from my mind.