The Golden Age

My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me close and spoke, “Adam, I love you. I always will, but right now you need to do as I say. Run. Run as fast as you can and never look back! No matter what you hear or see, just keep running! Now go son! Run as fast as you can and as far as you can!” With that she turned away to go help my father from under the rubble.
The one thing I can never get straight in the dream is whether I ran or not, did I?