Pam, over at Textilosophy Oz, posted a delightful piece on dreams this week. She dreams exactly like I do, by the way, in vivid technicolor. Are you ever inspired by dreams? Several years ago, I dreamed a very strange and lucid dream, that was at the same time, pleasant and comforting. It has come to mind many times since, and always gives me smiles.
We stood in a field of waving grass,
and spoke, only not with words.
She was alone; I with my wagon.
Our eyes met. Hers sparkled, she fancied a ride.
The stalky sea might tangle the wheels.
Resisting, she climbed aboard red Radio Flyer.
Was I dead?
I pulled, we flew higher.
My dress flapped like a flag in the breeze.
Over my shoulder, I could see she was happy.
I was her captain. Grandma, first mate.
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photo "Radio Flyer" by Jenny Arnez