A Dream and A Husband

Just to warn you: this was last nights dream...

Small pieces of parchment fall haphazardly around me....

A glimmer of blue ink catches my eye and I reach for it...

The paper dissolves before I can read the words....

Larger pieces land silently along the ground and I bend to touch them.

Soft green ink creeps along the paper and I yearn to read them before they disappear.

My fingers caress the edge and I watch the language shift,

Each letter disappears...one after the other...I think of dominoes on a kitchen floor...

I straightened. Looking up I see them fall from the dark blue sky....no end...no beginning...

A piece softly touches my nose, eyes closed I remember snowflakes and warm hot cocoa...

The pieces are piling up yet I am not held down...

They are in front of me, yet I know I can step forward...

They are behind me, yet they do not close me in...

A drawing slides to the ground in front of me..

A girl of seven climbs a tree and I smile...the branches were strong, the wind was light and my thoughts were happy...

Another lands upon my head and my hands grasp it quickly...

Soft music from a harp...flowers all around..dancing..laughing...vows...a tear slides down my cheek with joy..

The picture fades and the flashes begin..

Myself at a computer... reading in a wheelbarrow at ten years old...

A father's strong hands...the sweet sound of a mother laughing...

Christmas morning...Thanksgiving in the heat...summer waves along a coast...

Dogs rolling in the grass...cats lounging in the sun...children chasing each other...

The scenes are not all full of beauty but I see the beauty in their existence...

They fall around me as I sink to the soft grass..

I watch them with excitement..

I worry as they disappear so fast..

Then I see it...the paper that is like a mirror...

Its surface is clear and I pick it up...I see my reflection..

Unlike the others before it does not change...

At first I am worried..I look to the sky...

They still rain down but more slowly and fewer increments...

Then I see that they all are like the one in my hand...

All around me the silver surface shines back...a lake...clear and without distinction...

I stand and frown...

One falls... a picture of me standing and frowning...

I smile...

I wake up.

4 a.m.

I was just nervous when I woke up. I was not sure what in the world it meant. I told my husband about it at lunch today.

He laughed at me.

Yes HE LAUGHED!

Then he blew my mind...

Husband: "Don't you see..that lake was everything you have yet to do. The pieces were memories. "

Me: "I got the memory part but was not sure about the mirror pieces."

Husband: "I think it is your own mind telling you that everything you want, everything you are going to do is there... out there... for you to make happen. Whatever step you take next will be the next pieces...So keep doing what you do. Just think if you have it again it might be you sitting with your agent...talking to a publisher..reading aloud from your own book..."

Then he proceeds to eat his lunch as I sit there and think about the dream.

He is right you know and I love him for it...