A few days ago I had an extraordinary dream. I don’t usually remember my dreams, or when I do, I remember them as a mishmash of images and emotions. But every now and then, I have dreams that are continuous in their narrative flow. And that was the case with this particular dream. I also recall it as one of the longest dreams I’ve had, though the passage of time is tricky to measure with dreams. Sometimes scenes segue directly into each other, and the dreamer is left with only the feeling of the amount of time that has passed between them.

I’ll also say that this dream was filled with compelling imagery. And in recounting it here, it is impossible to convey the emotions that the scenes evoked in me. Dreams can fill a person with overwhelming feelings of profundity and yet a mere two days later it can be hard to recall what all the fuss was about. Such was the case here.

Still, I have done my best to recall everything I could about the dream. Just keep in mind that, though it has the form of a designed narrative, it is nothing but a free flowing hodgepodge of events. I’m merely the reporter here. I’m sharing what I saw.

I’m not inclined to interpret my dreams in any kind of psychoanalytical way. I’m usually satisfied to enjoy the imagery of the dream in its own right. And yet, when dreams are as rich as this one, it is hard not to want to see some deeper meaning in it. Is there something here for me to learn about my subconscious desires? I’ll leave it to my readers, who often know me better than I do.

Pardon my terrible spelling. There is no spell check in my notebook!

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