Holding OnTo A Dream

Truly do not recall when I actually had this dream, but I do know I told it to Dan the morning after. In the dream, he was summoning me to his farm. I was told he was going to make another opera. The crazy thing is, I also remember actually being there, almost as if I left my body, and flew over the mountaintops and landed in his body (yeah, I know sounds looney) that was a few years ago. Back to this dream, it was during the time he had completed "The Faun". I was at first I think in a kitchen of an old house. By a bed, with I think "the faun" on the bed. My mother came out of the kitchen and said "you can't marry something like that"! I told her it was ok, it was only a dream. I was either in the fields on a hill before and after - do not remember now, but I remember the scenery very vividly. It was like I was in a "mario cart" riding down a stream in the middle of that hill with the "faun" riding beside me. Then I ended up in the middle of field, getting married, but do not know who the bridgegroom was. I also recall that Dan was not the director of that play/opera.

The images of "Pete's Stream" from Dan's blog brought this dream to mind...a while back, but for whatever reason waited 'til now to write about it.

I usually do not dream anymore, but when I do, they certainly leave an impression.