In a dream I was down at the river, spending what I thought would be a quiet weekend with my adopted mom Betty. Instead I discovered that Betty had turned the fish camp into an Airbnb. So on my “relaxing” weekend, I ended up helping Betty tend to the several college kids staying in the cabins that weekend. The kids were nice enough, they were not rowdy or anything, but they did seem to enjoy Betty’s “retro” cooking and the “primitive vibe” of Uncle Shed’s.
Other than their bottomless stomachs they very much enjoyed hiking along the river, swimming at the sandbar, and just sitting around under the live oaks without a smartphone in site. The dream ended with an old friend of Betty and Tony’s buying a large barge Tony had been fixing up before he passed. He invited me and Sandra to go out on the boat for a little spin on the river. We launched from the boat ramp and sped away down the river.
Along the way we came to a dock with a fuel station and a restaurant. The owner looked familiar and was quite the grouch. But as the attendant fueled the boat, the owner came out with sandwiches for the three of us. As we continued on our way towards Kings Ferry, I noticed a metal ashtray nailed next to the throttle. Within it was a single dried out half smoked cigar, I knew it had to be Tony’s and it made me smile.
Dreams often have a funny way of bringing us back to ourselves. Earlier in the night, I was awakened by a bad dream and a mild panic attack. Then just before I awoke up, I had this dream. Be grateful for the gifts your heart gives you. I’m not much of a spiritual person anymore. I often see the world in a very literal sense. So to have my soul give me such a gift, I’d be a fool to turn it away.