Into the Pinewoods

I had a dream of a huge field next to a pine woods.  It was early twilight.  The trunks were dark but the sky was light.  there was a young couple who fled into the woods from the field.  There were men chasing them who were trying to shoot them.  As they fled the shots started.  They had to stop holding hands and break up to duck behind trees.  The slender pine trunks were just barely enough to offer one person shelter from the bullets.  There was an old rotten shell of the trunk of an oak that was large enough to shelter two, but it was too rotten to stop a bullet.  So the couple fled through the woods from tree to tree crying to each other.  The guns fired on.