A dream

I was in the country, coming from somewhere during the morning. Driving along a road, I saw a buddy pedaling toward me. I stopped in the middle of the road to try to catch him, but he never came. The drivers behind me got mad, and they moved ahead of me. Later, I went through this town, without the car, and came upon this house. I walked through it, not knowing if anyone was there. But the man of the house was indeed there. He looked so familiar to me, I had seen him before somewhere, in a picture. As he ushered me out of the house, he said, you can handle it. It's hard, yes, but don't give up. You can do it.

I won't. And I can.