This is factually true, this dream, the one I had last night. Once, maybe twice, each year I will have a dream that touches me, a dream that comes from a deep place, a place of a different life or a future life. I don’t know, who can be sure?
This morning, near 5 am, as the round fire began to rise above the mountain rocks in the East, my body and mind settled and resting, this dream came to me:
I was riding a large, brown horse with a cream-colored main. Though I don’t own horses or ride them, I was comfortable, settled. The horse was walking on a very small island, long and narrow, in the middle of the ocean.
We were walking on a path which was three feet wide, just wide enough for the horse, and we were twenty to thirty feet above the water. But as we walked, we were descending toward the water.
With me on his back, the horse finally walked into the water. I remained on the horse’s back and he swam while I was submerged in water up to my waist. In the water, close nearby, were three dolphins, observing; friendly, of course.
My horse was swimming now, with me on his back, but he was beginning to go lower in the water. The shore was one mile away, far, but close enough I could swim to the shore. It’s as if the lower the horse got in the water, I had to take on a greater swimming role.
As my horse began to go under water, but not drowning, a large blue whale swam up near my left side and I reached over to touch it’s head, to pet it.
The whale swam by, my hand gliding on its side, and my horse began floating off with the currents that rounded the small island protrusion. Here, I had a choice. I could float with the horse and currents around the island bend and away from shore, or I could swim through the eddy and begin to swim toward shore. I let go the horse and very briefly, used muscle and energy to get through the small current.
I was not scared nor unsettled, totally comfortable with all that was taking place. Once through the current, I wondered whether I should swim on my back toward shore, or breaststroke. I was pondering this. I also philosophized that it was best to swim with others, and not alone.
Then I woke, calmly and peacefully.
This dream is still with me because of its vividness and because it was so real, but so out of the ordinary for me.
I enjoy dreams that leave me with a warm glow, feeling that I have been kissed by grace right on the forehead, and I wear the kiss all day long, right above my quiet smile.