Escape

 Last night I dreamt of a young captive girl.  It felt as if this were taking place during the Holocaust.  She was being held against her will, her hair cut short and ragged, dressed in a rough, drab burlap dress and forced to clean constantly.  She would look out the open glass door to a lush, green, dense forest outside and make plans to escape into it.  She had been befriended by an older, non-captive housekeeper/nursemaid.  She persuaded the housekeeper/nursemaid to help her with her escape plan.