Dreaming

I am upstairs in the house in Church Lane, opening all of the windows but only partially. Once they are partly open, I put a lock on so that fresh air can get in, but no one can enter.

Tom is there and says to me, as I look out over the view of blocks of fields, “You either trust them or you don’t.” He means the people that live around me. I say I do, but I have to protect us from outsiders/intruders.