Upon waking when the dream is pleasant, I seek to recall Her. The more I tried to remember, the more the dream seemed to flee - much like my favorite creatures...the cat and, now, the butterfly. This dream re-appeared - not when I tried to recall it. She came when She wished to come. The free spirit of the dream, I am learning, is to be respected. A dream can grant wishes, but it does not speak the language of our demands of Her..for the dream is spontaneous creation. And, a dream that isn't would be just our pale reconstruction. And, there was never anything pale about this intense and wondrous dream. Take me into you, Dream. I'm ready to meet you just as I am, just as you are...just two presences seeking each other.