Lovin' Would be Easy if Your Colors Were Like my Dream

I had a beautiful dream.

I was so sad in the dream. I felt so sad, but I kept looking at the sky--it was so beautiful. I looked up at the sky through windows, looked up when I stood outside... it was the most beautiful, rich, happy blue color, filled with soft white clouds that flowed and blended with that blue in cottony masses and swirling spirals.

It was the richest, most beautiful blue I have ever seen. I keep thinking I must have seen it somewhere, or else I could not imagine it, but I can't think of a single thing I've ever seen that was that blue, that beautiful. It was the blue of waking, the blue of breathing again.

I kept saying it, sighing in awe, "The sky is so beautiful!"

Terri was with me on various occasions throughout the dream. I showed her the sky.

Later I was walking barefoot on a grassy road--literally, a road made of grass, short and uneven. I had been walking for a long time, a long, long time, and I felt so tired, but the grass was soft and the sky was beautiful. The road was rimmed sometimes by forest, the trees impossibly massive, sometimes by grassy hills, sometimes by grassy meadows. Always I kept walking, past changing shades of green. The green of the grass was almost as rich as the blue of the sky.

Colors bursting with all the power of breathing.

Dogs followed me. Gradually, they fell behind, all except for one who was white with black patches. She looked like the dog Mardy and Jesse take care of, I think the one called Bows, but in my mind, her name was spelled Boze. The other dogs barked at me, but Boze just trotted along around me and smiled. She had a beautiful smile.

I came to a turn. I went left. On my left was... a place.

It's difficult to describe.

It was like a cave without a top, like a garage made of earth, like a house, all made of trees and grass and plants. It was daytime, but it was dark inside, though there was no roof, top, or ceiling. It was inside, but it was not enclosed.

It was incredibly beautiful. It was dark, but I could see. It was a magic sort of darkness. There were rows of massive ladders--like huge, freestanding staircases--spaced widely apart. I climbed one. It wavered beneath my bare feet. It was so beautiful.

Terri walked in. I showed her the place. Somehow I knew it was Manda and Pavo's (her father) place.

There was a door and there was not a door. After only a few minutes of happy exploring, some people came in the door that was not a door. They wanted to know who we were and what we were doing. I told them I knew Manda, and then everything was okay.

The rest of the dream is less flowing. Just bits and pieces.

I wish I could paint that sky.