Dream Wind

How does it work, I ask peering into the toilet reservoir and not paying attention I think of the old reservoir behind the lemon orchards where we’d ditch school to skinny dip. Carpinteria High School nestled in fading lemon orchards with halls my mother had walked, stifling classrooms and only the intention to escape into the open air of freedom.

Freedom is a place in the brain you go when you can’t sleep…and dawn finally closes your eyes. There you are in front of floor to ceiling plate glass windows looking out at thirty seven shades of green with Beamer at your heels.

Heels glued to the floor as the wind rages, whipping trees like grass and now it is inside the house, inside wind pushing you to the left and yet your feet stay rooted. Root, sink in Tai Chi and connect with the Earth and yet the dream wind rages on and everything is asunder and you see Eileen and you call out for help.

Help, you don’t think she can hear you over the roar of wind and she does and she stops your turning. You are safe and your cell alarm tinkles and you pull your wind-swept self into daylight and think it is still not saved. Saving daylight will just be six more months where you can learn to get up when you can’t sleep and find freedom in moving not rampaging about on monkey wings.

You’d like to settle back into sleep, knowing the snooze will alert you several more times and there isn’t enough time to email Eileen a thank you for being a dream helper. Helpers in dreams need daytime acknowledgment. You learned that in Cultural Anthropology class in college, class that brings you nuggets to polish.

Polish, peer within, examine your dream to see what you are rooted to, say thank you to Eileen.

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