Flowerbed

Twas me and my old best friend

We went up a mountain with a group of strangers

I think this a was a hike of some kind

At the top is an old lady almost like a “tour guide” if I may say

She directs us to lick the pink salt sprinkled on the ground in front of us

Lift one leg at a time as we jump across it

Beyond that, is a concrete bench overlooking a pink flowerbed

These flowers are bright and fresh

And they are wet as if it has been raining or someone sprinkled water all over them

I look behind me and get a little nauseous

I’ve never really been afraid of heights but this mountain is a bit too high

Feels like a dream to be here

My friend, sitting next to me, breaks a ripe peach and tries to share with us

We decline kindly

There is an old man sitting next to me.

Maybe in his sixties or seventies

With kind eyes and a familiar face

I know he is a stranger

But I feel comforted sitting next to him

Every stranger on this hike is kind to one another

This feels like a family trip

And then I wake up….to the wave of our old bed as my husband adjusts himself

My take away from this dream is the mountain, the pink salt, the flowers, the friendship, and the kind old folk…Beautiful dream indeed…If only I had the wisdom to analyze what it means.