And when I awoke I could still feel the cold Winter chill across the back of my neck. Thoughts of the barn still linger. I wish I had the forethought to go inside.
And when I awoke I found that I was alone. The mourners in the dream had moved along. They'd gone back to their homes, gone back to their fake lives on Facebook. It was time to leave that place myself and get on with my day. The sun is meant to rise in half an hour.
And when I awoke I found these fences had appeared to come to me not as a symbol of restrictions but rather as a challenge, a new stream to cross, a new fence to jump. I must remember to wear my good running shoes today.
And when I awoke I was relieved to know that Mary, Leonard and Dobbs were not really dead. In fact I had never even met them to begin with. Maybe it's time to seek some new friends.