Last night I dreamt I was someplace warm. I was surrounded with beautiful colors and the sound of birds. There were fruit vendors selling a strange fruit I had never seen before. I asked one vendor what it was.
He held it up and gently handled it with both of his hands and explained, “This fruit takes a long time to ripen into sweetness.” It was big and green with curves like those on a pumpkin. “These days, people want things easy and fast and that’s what makes this fruit so rare. They don’t understand, but you know what to do with this.” He handed it to me. I dug right into its fleshy meat. It was messy. I looked hideous eating it, tossing the bones all over the place. I had to excuse myself from the presence of others, it was such a barbaric act, the eating of this fruit.
Maybe I’ll try to sneak a nap in today and see if I can make my way back to that warm place and have a second helping of that boney melon. It felt so good to soak up the sun.
What did you dream about last night?