The Burning Bush 2, issue five, June 2013
Susie Sweetland Garay The interpretation of dreams I look out the window surrounded by naked vines and fog so thick I can no longer see the birds who used to swarm so joyfully. It feels like it’s been ages since I walked under a blue sky. I read a book once that said as humans when we feel an emotion, while we are feeling it we can’t imagine there ever being a time when we no longer feel that thing. Though logically we know it’s not true, we feel that it will last forever, the good or the bad. It’s that kind of fog. When I was young friends would come to me for an interpretation of dreams. It was not hard. There was meaning waiting right below the surface, asking me to reach down and pull it up into the air.
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