The wind in my hair...

Whoo Hooo!The wind in my hair and the salty smell of the ocean was enough to make me forget all the troubles in the world. The mountains on my right and the Pacific Coast on my left. I could be no other place but on the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). It had been a long time since I had ridden on a motorcycle, way too long. The twists and turns of the highway were exhilarating. It was twilight, the fog was rolling in and out, the sound of the waves crashing below me.

Then the scenery changed. No longer was I in the United States, but somewhere else - perhaps Scotland. There was a castle up a head in the distance. I could still hear the ocean and the fog was still rolling and twilight had cast a breath taking blue shadow over the land. The motorcycle had been replaced by a black horse. My hair was whipping in the wind and my long dress was flapping behind the horse.

Now I'm back in the current day. Did I have a dream within my dream? Perhaps. I had always known I was not alone on this journey, but for the first time I realize I have a companion. His back is towards me so I cannot see his face, his hair is longer I can tell but the color cannot be told. His scent evades me for the overpowering smell of the ocean fills my nostrils.

What the hell? UGH! Stupid alarm...This dream was so vivid that I felt I had just come home from this trip. I get the kids off to school and get ready for work. I couldn't get this dream out of my mind, I just couldn't shake it. I wanted an ending and I am stricken with grief because I have not had this dream again. Later on that morning while I am at work I get a phone call from someone I hadn't heard from in a long time. A good friend and nothing more. He called me to tell me he had purchased a new motorcycle and wanted to take me on a ride. His sister owns a cabin in the mountains and he suggested we ride that way. How weird is that? He promised to call in a few days to set things up, this was several weeks ago and to my disappointment he has failed to make good on his offer.

Perhaps the dream was insight to the offer that came later that morning? Perhaps I have not finished the dream because my friend has not mentally prepared himself to make good on the offer. Either way I love the thrill the dream gave me and I hope it visits me again soon.