Last night I dreamt I was running the second leg of a 4x400 relay. I remember feeling strong, though a little winded. I had a long stride, but I couldn't turn my legs over as fast as I wanted. I finished in about 59 seconds — not great, but faster than I have ever run in real life.
The odd thing (besides waking up breathing as if I were running) was the feeling I got when I came down the home stretch. I felt the loss of Coach O when I noticed that he wasn't at the finish with a stopwatch, even though he had been when I started my leg of the relay. The loss hit me like a headwind.