Here’s the essential context; I am now sick with a viral infection which may or may not be Covid Omicron. Since the pandemic came on in 2020 I have lost my father on my birthday in November of 2020 and my mother almost a year later in September of 2021. The highest fever I have had the past two days is 99.6 degrees Fahrenheit.
Last Night I had a vivid dream.
In the dream I was walking along the top of a wall made of crumbling yellow bricks. The wall was narrow enough that I had to put my arms out to balance myself, as if I was walking on a tightrope. Each step made pebbles crumble out from under my feet. I was continually wobbling as I moved forward along the top of the wall.
My mother was walking along the top of the wall directly ahead of me.
To one side there were sharp stakes pointed upward. They glistened, possibly with poison. The brownish stuff at least seemed to look poisonous.
The other side was a swamp full of green-brown mud, bugs, snakes, and broken tree branches.
I felt like falling either way would be the painful end of me.
My mother then turned around to face me on the top of that wall.
“You know that I love you, Michael. You don’t have very much further to go down this path. Try not to make a terrible misstep, and I will be waiting for you on the other side.”
And then she kissed me and faded away.
At that point I did not fall, nor did I take another step. I simply woke up.
Of course, you know, I choose to believe this dream means something. Something important. But what that is, I do not know.
2 responses to “Something to Wonder About”
Take care Mickey. Lots of water, rest, acetaminophen.
Good advice that I am already taking. My mother was a nurse for forty years. She would’ve told me the same thing. I tried to get a test today, but they are sold out everywhere.