Marsha Marsha Marsha

I was in another place, Lincnoln I think. I was with another woman. It was Ryan, I and the girls. I think we were inside a four walled structure with no roof. I even think there was grass on the ground. Maybe the walls were more like a fence enclosure. For a while in the dream I couldn't remember her name. I only remembered that I knew her and that I should know her name. Near the end of the dream it came to me. Her name was Marsha and was someone we used to go to church with when we lived in Lincoln. She was cordial and showing us around. I can't remember if she offered that she was divorced or I inquired where her husband was but he was not there because they had divorced.