Dreams are cool, aren’t they? Unless, I guess, you are prone to nightmares, and then maybe dreams aren’t so cool. I’m fortunate that I don’t have nightmares at all, can’t remember the last time I had one. The other day I had a dream that has stayed with me since, which is pretty unusual – at least as far as dreams go. Usually you wake up with them and by the time you’ve finished showering and brushing your teeth they are gone. But this dream has stayed with me for the better part of three days now, to the point where it seems like a conscious memory from a waking moment, which it was not.

I dreamed I had to take a letter down to the mailbox at the end of the street. Funny that I don’t remember anything about what I was mailing, except that I remember having a lot of difficulty getting it into the slot. What I do remember, and the part of the dream that has stayed with me since, is that, rather than looking out over the little park, and behind that the canal, and behind that the houses in the next sub-division, I was looking out over a vast desert area full of the kind of scrub you see once you get outside of civilization here in the Valley of the Sun. In my dream, I can feel the vast emptiness of the land before me, the breeze against my face, and the sky an ominous dark gray, as if a storm was blowing in.

And that’s it. Nothing else. It seems kind of odd that such an uneventful kind of dream would stay with me, even to the point of it haunting me when I’ve walked down to the mailbox since, but that’s the core of the dream: the breeze on my face, the desert, the growing dark sky in the distance. It doesn’t sound like much, but in my dream there was something about it that seemed important.

Draw your own conclusions…