Green dreams

I had a beautiful dream last night. A soft blue-green field. Hills and hills and waves and waves of seaweed grasses of light and breezes strumming through. Miles and miles, there was nothing else but this blue grass water. The light sliced in and out of the clouds. There was a house, habitable, but weary. And suddenly a storm rolled through. And it was beautiful, powerful, full of thunder and rain. We took shelter in the house. It was all beautiful, dark, deep wood. And Pat’s family was there. The dog was a black bear. And we drank around an island in the dark kitchen, listening to the storm, waiting for it to pass. And somewhere in my dream, I was also home.