...Then I woke up. I love dreams like this although I don't really like that they never get finished. I don't know what brought on this dream but it lasted longer than most of my other dreams even though I didn't get a definite conclusion. I vaguely remember a name on the headstone--all I recall is all three names started with 'B'. The town I was in was reminescent of Baldwin City, a city I lived in for six years but I know it wasn't Baldwin.
I don't know what the dream meant or if it's supposed to tell me something but I like dreams like that because they fuel my writing and that's really what I need at the moment.