This will be short.
I had to share my latest weird dream with you. I’ll let you help me translate it.
Around me is sand and a lawn. The sun is shining. I’m sitting cross-legged on the sand. My mother is next to me, also sitting cross-legged and smiling at me. I feel close to her. I feel love. She looks into my eyes and reaches for me. I hear something loud behind me.
I turn to see a tidal wave rising at least twenty feet in the air.
I grab Mom’s outstretched hand and she keeps smiling, almost laughing at my terror.
She is calm and asks, “Are you ready?”
I look at her, puzzled.
The wall of water hits and instead of being washed away with it, the clear water rises around us instantaneously.
We float around, still holding hands and playing like two little kids. When I laugh at what feels like pure joy, I realize that I can breathe in this water. Mom sees my disbelief in this and she laughs and nods in agreement.
The sun is shining through the water and it’s light and bright and so peaceful.
I think I know what this means, but I’m afraid to let myself think of it. Then again, it brings me some sort of peace.
What do you think this is? Comments, please.
P.S. Zanzibar turned 1 month old today and doesn’t look a day older than when he first popped out of the can.