In My Mind’s Zen Garden

My wife woke me up this morning because she said I was crying in my sleep!

All I remember of my dream is that I was in my younger sister-in-law’s house, although it wasn’t really her house. It was some other house. It was somewhat dark and dreary, close to sunset. My older sister-in-law was sleeping on the couch. And there were children playing in an adjacent room, whom I’d never seen before in my life.

Anyway, she told me that there was this object that, if you bring it close to the window at dusk, would emit a strange eerie fog or mist that would come out and go through the window and head toward the canyon outside. She brought it from a closet. It looked somewhat like a container for holding ice. It was plastic, brown and black in color, and sure enough, as she held it near the window, a strange smokey fog came out and made it’s way through the window and down into the canyon!

For some reason, I let out a “Yeah!”

Then, oddly enough, the ground started shaking as though there was an earthquake. That’s when I became startled by what just happened. But in the dream I wasn’t really scared, or had a reason to cry…

And that’s when my wife woke me…