(This is important, because it's such a recurring theme.)
I'm travelling down the road, intent on reaching my destination. I am walking on back roads to avoid detection. I hide in the tall grass once to avoid passers-by. I reach a town where I walk on the streets, at one place hopping on stairs, once sliding down a long hill on my behind. Children are playing on the hill. I reach a gate that is shut in my face. The area is clearly marked authorized personnel only. It seems like the end of the road. I consider trying to sneak in behind someone else. A fenced lot around the area holds horses. I think about going over the fence.
The phone rings and I wake up.