I am flying high over a stream that is meandering though the woods at the end of a field. It is spread out below me. I go down to the stream and now it is flowing around my legs. I can feel it. I can hear it. In front of me, upstream, there is a small pool with a tiny beach of golden sand and gravel on the left.
I wade up to the beach where I sit and watch the stream flow by. Upstream the stream bends slightly to the right.and there a small tree has fallen across the water. One of the branches of the tree is hanging down into the stream and bobbing up and down as the water rushes by.
I watch that branch for a while and then walk into the pool in front of me. It is shallow and there are big rocks where the stream breaks into the pool. I slide down under the surface and lay my head between two of those rocks. I look up at the clear blue sky and breathe in the water as the stream flows over me.
I had only just started my training when this dream came…that was just less than a year ago. I went to that stream two nights in a row. The first night as I entered the dream I could see myself standing down in the stream and I became that dream body. The second night was exactly the same except that the stream was empty and I flew down to it.
I have tried to go back there, but…
A few months later I wrote this song.