Walking Dreams

I've been having the strangest dreams lately, its a reoccurring one.  It always starts out the same way, I always awaken(?) in a meadow, one that's filled with thousands of wild flowers.  All shapes and sizes, sort of like Willie Wonka, but without all the candy.  The sun is in the intense glow of sunset just sitting above the horizon line.  I eventually always seem to stumble down a path, I can't tell if it parts from the flowers or if it's always there. I don't think it matters, but I wonder.

As I walk along this path, my friends, those past and present, line the path. There all crying.  Some of those friends I've never seen crying before, but all the same they are weeping like they have suffered the worst tragedy.  None of them ever talk to me, like visibly talk to me, like I mean move there mouths.  But I always here there voices just the same, I can't understand what they say, I just know it's there voice.

Depending on the night, I'll sometimes try to stop and talk to them, understand why there crying, the friends always shift they aren't the same every night.   I never get an answer, but I try anyway, some nights.  Other nights I just continue walking, often times running when the voices combine to much.  I eventually reach a clearing amongst all the flowers.  There is always some tool of communication sitting there waiting for me.  A phone, a computer, a morse-code machine (random right?), strange stuff.  I always go up to it and try to communicate through it. Someone anonymous person always answers, but I eventually get frustrated with the conversation, because he/she/wolfzombie (sorry a joke) constantly responds with I don't understand.

In my frustration I end up ending the conversation in anger, and I look up to see all my friends surrounding me.  There still crying, but they can see me now.  They all reach out there hands to try and touch me,  slowly they all move forward. But in that moment a strange feeling always floods over me.  The feeling you get when you know it's to late, like an opportunity has come and gone or you missed out on something.  Then they touch me and I jolt awake.  Always at 7:00 a.m., like my body was somehow programmed to experience this in the same way for the exact amount of time.

I don't know what I think about the dream, so far it just sits in the strange zone, but maybe more will come to light.