Mysterious Dream

My bed felt like a zareba, hedging me in as I dreamt. I had no mirror in which to peek, but I feared I was unkempt. I watched the dream unfolding through my transparent lids. I perceived myself as admirable, serving food to mate and kids. Our residence seemed to be a cave, some of you would call a hovel. The only tools that were in sight, was a prehistoric shovel. The distant monolith I recognized as an Egyptian pyramid. The leaders did not build them, their enslaved prisoners did. They had not yet been invaded, all their bounty was intact. I don't know how I knew this but I knew it was a fact. My dream had started fading, though I wanted it to stay. My lost ones were still with me on that prehistoric day. I wanted so to hold them, my precious husband and my son. I prayed the dream would be returning when another day was done. 2/26/14