what are dreams, anyway?
are they personal?
do they come from within our own imaginations?
or perhaps the mental detritus from the day,
needing to be cleared out?
or does the dream state allow us to connect
to the greater reality of life itself?
I don't know.
Maybe all of the above.
Maybe none of the above.
Last night I swam in the river
I swam powerfully
My destination was my grandfather's dwelling
where my father was himself visiting.
And then I arrived, seeing them both.
I swam the river once again.
It was the same river, I had the same strength
and the same destination.
But this time, the closer I got to my grandfather's dwelling,
the foggier it got.
I couldn't see.
I got there anyway.
On the last page of this dream I was sinking in quicksand
but I called for help
and my eldest son and my father
reached down and pulled me out to safety.
How shall I look at this dream?
I guess...just look at it and marvel.
I already know the implied truths.
And I know something else.
Today I feel my strength
as I flow through the river
as we flow through the river.
The new thought, though, is the idea
of feeling strength even as I ask for help.