Planks.  Sometimes Sam felt like he was walking very narrow planks.  Like in the dream he was having now.  There were four very narrow planks that jettisoned over the sea and they met to one bigger landscape of freedom.  Where he was standing, he saw these narrow planks with words written over them.  One plank said "Pain"; another said "light"; another said "seascape".  The fourth one said "love".  They all met over to a beautiful place across the sea; he could make out Lisa on the other side encouraging him to come over.  Yet, he also saw other people there as well; his Mom.  His Dad and family.  Other people that seemed angry with him.<br/><br/>As he looked at his recurring dream, he realized he didn't want to try to cross the narrow planks.  There was no room for him to cross the ocean chasm; further, he did not know if he wanted to reach the other side.  Was the path to happiness truly lined with angry people?  There was Lisa; maybe when he got to the other side, she could protect him.  But, there was no guarantee.  Although she seemed to beckon him move forward, he instead wished to jump back into the black sea below.  It was easy for him to just to walk off and fall; there seemed to be no fear in the falling.<br/><br/>Jumping off the land into the black sea caused him to awaken; he was not fully conscious, but he did hear a couple of people in the room.  Sounds of Lisa, the doctor, and he thought, Lydell.  "I can't wait, I'm on call for another case; tell him when he wakes up we just arrested the guy, he was about to shoot the girl.  We were so lucky he came in today, and the family is very grateful â€¦ hey, Lisa.  Give me a call when you're able, we could really use you guys on our cases.  Gotta go."<br/><br/>He was still very groggy, but becoming familiar with his surroundings again was getting easier.  As he opened his eyelids, he saw Lisa and the Doctor both writing furiously on their clipboard.<br/><br/>"Hey â€¦ where, I mean â€¦ what is â€¦ well, I know what is going on.  I'm having trouble â€¦ I mean."  Reaching up, he tried to get the cobwebs out of his head.<br/><br/>"Can we go home now, I really want to go home to Lisa's house â€¦ I mean, to my room in Lisa's house â€¦ I mean, to my room."  Why did it seem so difficult for him to own his own room without feeling like he was putting someone else out?  Or was it really her room that he was just borrowing for the time being?  Boundaries; it was a little mysterious to him.<br/><br/>"And â€¦ you know â€¦ I heard what the cop said.  While I am happy about the outcome, I am sad because maybe I'm just a number to them.  Just a way to get business done.  I don't know, I â€¦ I'm examining stuff too much.  I'm sorry, I'll shut up now."  To which he turned himself inward which was a very comforting feeling for him; he could be aware of everything that was going on, yet be lost in his own little world where nothing ever goes wrong and where no one ever gets hurt.  Problem was, he was too lonely there.