In the early morning hours of Sunday, I had a dream of rain for the very first time in my life. There I was in the dream, in a sundress at nighttime, out on an empty street alone, barefoot and dancing in the rain. I could feel the rain drip down my hair and onto my shoulders. It felt as though it was really happening, that I had found this empty place where soft rain fell somewhere in the corners of my mind. I felt very free and alive.
A female voice called out into the night and said, “Come in from the rain, you’re going to catch a cold….”
I didn’t listen. I kept dancing and exploring the streets in my slip and my dripping wet hair.
I woke up with a 100 degree fever.
I can’t say I wasn’t warned….but it was worth it to dance all night someplace far away in the rain…