I dreamt I was in India.
Rivers flowed around me as masses of people tried to touch my heart with withered fingertips.
Fear enveloped me and I began to run from the overwhelming throng.
When suddenly I reached a point where I was alone.
Looking around all I could see was red clay dirt and a river bed.
I stood between two trees laced with flowing white veils. They leaned inwards as if wanting to touch me but they did not. Between these trees I felt safe, if only for a moment.
Suddenly, in the river, I could see (as if watching a movie) the figures in my life. They were strong and moving away with the current.
Crying out I reached to touch them and in doing so left the safety of the trees for the river’s edge.
Suddenly nothing was left but water, dirty and swirling….