The dream has still not returned. Could it be that it was just a tease? Some cosmic come-on to make me believe that there is something out there that is interested in me?
I have had these dreams before and they have always intimated that there would be a path to success if only I could follow the clues. There was always some easily-confusing thing that would be there to test me.
Last night, I committed myself to remembering. I swore to myself that I would not lose the secret. That I would remember every simple note of its message. But this morning, it fled like so many idle fantasies from the midnight hours.
Was I bereft?
No.
I was mildly disappointed in the way that a continually optimistic gold-panner would be. Not today. Not now.
Perhaps tomorrow.
