Dream

Posted on September 1, 2006 in Dreams

I pitch my tent in a snowy meadow during a Quaker conference and sleep soundly. In the morning, the sun comes out and the snow melts, revealing that I have set up my camp atop a frozen lake. I seize my things and get them off of there before the ice cracks and the water draws the surface into the depths.

Yes, I do see the relevance of this one.