Dispatches from Home – The Dream June 2019

Early this morning, I had the strangest dream that I’ve had in recent memory. In it, I was sitting on the banks of a placid, indigo-blue lake. In front of me, a velvety carpet of verdant green grass, dappled by the sunlight shining through the trees, slowly sambaed its way to the water’s edge. Pairs of snow-white swans floated atop the lake in majestic splendor. Suddenly, the sky turned dark. Then, as I reeled back in horror, pairs of dying swans fell from the sky, splashing into the water in great feathered chunks. I sat upright in the bed at that point. Yikes! Thoughts…comments? Mr. Freud are you out there? Later Freudian Gaters!