Vines tightened their grip; thorns dug deep; blood dripped like rain on rose-petals. And Sam woke up.
Jean, in rose-colored nightdress, leaned over him. “You were struggling Sam.” Her biting anger soothed by sleep; Sam thought how love’s pale blossoms turn to thorns. Don’t fight. He gathered hope into his arms.
Challenge: Write the last (few) paragraphs or stanzas of a story or poem that ends with the protagonist waking from a dream. Then, add dialogue or exposition (or a combination) that explains something in the plot that required the whole thing to be a dream.