My dreams are usually of the frustration variety. I am trying hard to go or do something and hard as I try, I can’t seem to resolve it. Every once in a great while I have the kind of dream where I wake up and wish I could stay with the images forever. Last night was one of those.
I was with my daughter Sarah, at some kind of open-air performance. The end of it there was a magnificent parade of all of the performers, maybe sixty or so. They were parading two by two, dressed in all kinds of extravagant red costumes with feathers, sparkles, top hats, fancy boots, slippers, spandex, velvet, and satin- every conceivable variety of deep cherry-red textiles possible. They were absolutely marvelous and totally compelling. I smiled, laughed, pointed and turned to Sarah and said, “Let’s go find some place where we can experience this again.”