Stupid Dreams ...

I had a dream last night in which I was on a long journey, and had just arrived at a crossroads. I stopped and thought long and hard about the choice I was facing and the options available. Should I turn to the West, climbing into the mountains, where I knew the trek would be treacherous, but ultimately held the promise of white sandy beaches looking out over an azure sea? Or perhaps to the East, with its fertile fields and assurance of a lifetime of simple abundance? Or North, where only a few brave souls travel, but of which tales are told of harrowing adventures? Or even South, from whence I’d come, offering the solace and comfort of familiarity, free from the burden of uncertainty?

I started to dig ...