more ma n' pa story to come, I've got to get this dream to NY

I’m between the dreams.
Last night my ex locked me in a room, but left the window wide open. I jumped.
When I ran to the iron security gate, the force of me swung that gate wide open. also unlocked
Running to my truck, I found it easier using my hands, running like some manimal. That sensation of not running fast enough in a dream.
She drives up in my truck.
This morning, ego is the blend of my coffee.