Dream II

Last night I dreamt of running in tall green grass fields again. This time there was sound. I was just running as fast as my legs could take me. I felt the wind against my cheeks. The biting cold drops of rain against my eyelids. I just ran and ran without hardly a care in the world. There was no end or beginning. Just the act of putting one foot in front of the other as fast as possible – the sensation of my feet against the ground and the momentary flight which always seem to last longer in the dream – cutting across the air like some bird- then suddenly a loud bang – followed by a sheering pain that ripped through me and next thing, the world was blue with white curly clouds overhead. As I layed there, I waited for the bluish white pulsing light to take me away…but nothing happened…I just layed there staring out into the blue yonder of the skies. It was then that I could make out rustling of leaves. Then I saw a shape of a commanding man dressed in flared ridding breeches and knee high boots. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t quite make out his face. He was standing over me, looking down– I wanted so much to look at his face, but he had the sun behind him. Then I heard the school teacher calling out my name – and the man crouched over me and placed a large hand over my mouth. I realized then, I was that man.

What does this mean?