We Find Ourselves in Dreamtown

The rules are clear: You have 20 minutes. Use them. 
Forget the talking man behind you on television
hawking sleep aids. Better to remember past
afternoons you loved, walking under tall pines 
the crunch of dead bees under your feet. 
An owl’s shadow flies across the wall; doesn’t mean
the raptor is actually in here. 
Your dream, which you won't remember, 
will feature a long-dead appaloosa mare calling you
across the pasture. Think what you’d like to tell her. 
Have your answer ready just in case.