Dreams....

Last night I dreamt that I was sitting on a park bench in the middle of a city in ruins. The landscape was devoid of sound, of sun, and everywhere I looked, I saw only the silent grayness of desolation.

Then, quite unexpectedly a young girl appeared wearing a crimson jumper. She had pigtails, freckles, bright blue eyes, polka dot knee socks and patent leather shoes.

"You know Jerri," she said, "every moment in this life has meaning."

"What does this all mean then?" I asked.

She shrugged and smiled her little girl smile.

"Does it matter?" she replied.

"Of course it matters. It has to matter." I answered.

"Whether you see it or not, whether you understand it or not, all that matters is for you to know that each and every moment has meaning."

As she said this, she brushed her fingertips across my cheek, laughed and then danced away into the blurry gray of my city in ruins.

I am awake now, and I am struck by how sweetly strange my dreams sometimes seem even to myself.

Pay attention to your dreams. Sometimes our dreams will whisper quiet truths that somehow manage to survive the burning reality of our own wakefulness.

Pay attention! Who knows? Maybe even in our dreams every moment has meaning.