I had a dream, and as I have actually been remembering my dreams lately, I thought I would try to get this down...

We were walking on a sea wall - some place cold and misty, like England; it was a foreign place, but it still kind of felt like St. Augustine. There was an older man with us who I didn't recognize, but his presence was kind and it seemed that we cared deeply about him.

Somehow, I got ahead of the two of you. All of a sudden, a gigantic tsunami type wave came and swept me off of the wall, gobbled me into the sea like a baleen whale sucking up a tiny fish. I was dragged to the crest of another wave, and pounded back into the water repeatedly. It was terrifying, but somehow I was staying alive, and there were other people in the water who seemed to have removed themselves from the vicious cycle. They kept telling me to take a deep breath and dive, dive down into the cold, unknown depths and eventually I would escape to a small beach that capped the tide line.

So I did. I guess I miraculously turned into Aqua Girl, because I held my breath long enough to sink down into the navy blue calmness and free myself of the crashing waves.

Once back on land, I was frantic to find the two of you, scared that you had been swept off into oblivion. But when I found my way back to the sea wall you were still there, hands in pockets, having the kind of solid chat that is rare and meaningful. I don't remember wondering whether or not you noticed that I was gone; I just marveled over the fact that you were still there, waiting for me to return. The panic dissipated as I realized that you were safe, and I was safe, and we were together again.

It was a good dream, it was a dream that meant something to me - perhaps that you represent the calm in my stormy psyche. And the old man? THE Old Man, maybe? Walking along, having a chat?

Did you know that God was by your side?