May 10,1998

Last night I had a dream. In that dream:
I am in Alaska with Dad, Grandma and Aunt Mary, Grandpa might have even be here. We are sightseeing and we go to this lookout. There is a stream behind us and a beautiful sweeping view in front of us. It is warm and sunny out. I walk through the stream and as I look at my feet in the water I can see all this coral. The coral is colorful, vibrant and full of life. I bend down to look at some of the coral and I pick it up. The water is crisp and full of energy, it feels so go I want to take some of it home, but I stop myself. The water doesn't belong to me, I can't just take it; it belongs to the Universe. I put it back and reunite with my family, who is talking with a couple of local guys. We all decide to cross the stream and we go to this field that is just beginning to bloom where we can hear bagpipe music. There are a group of Scottish men performing a traditional dance, in traditional garb. They are grouped into two circles, one inside of the other. I am watching them and I can sense the energy they are creating. It is awesome and inspiring. then the local guys lead us to this cove so we can watch the sun set. While we are waiting in the cove I notice this school of fish in the clear blue waters. The fish notice me notice them and they come right up to the shore. There I can see that they are incredibly old, with an appearance that seems fierce, though they are quiet gentle. I get in the water and begin to play with them. I can sense their loneliness, as they are the last of their kind. In the water I am happy playing with these old masters and they are happy playing with me. It is so beautiful, I wish I could stay.