As I awoke, the cool breeze of a gentle spring rain tickled my feet. The soft cotton bed sheet was wrapped around me like a toga. I could hear the bird's melodic song outside my window, but what drew out my senses most was the dream still fresh in my mind ...and I tried to make sense of it.

Here is the dream:

I often find it unsettling being in groups ...particularly, restless or unsatisfied groups of people.  I cannot imagine, if in one of those groups, I'd be expected to speak.  But this is a dream, and I can somehow be unlike how I am.  

Nevertheless, let me proceed to say I was addressing a group of people from within my community.  And by the way, we were not wearing togas.  It is present day, and I assume everyone is wearing present-day clothing.  If this happened to be my wife's dream, she may have been able to tell you how they were dressed, but my recollection and focus is on the events.

"I am asking for volunteers to join me in a journey.  It will be a difficult journey, and it will require people of strength."

With no other description of what the journey is about, only a half dozen people agree to join me.

We begin on a trail through a forest.  A woman and three men follow me quietly, keeping close to me ...and attentive.  Two men follow a distance behind, discoursing with one another.

I stop to close that distance, "Ado ...Eudo, you appear to be a bit distracted from our mission."

Ado smiles, "I do not sense danger.  You did not tell us of our mission.  Are we to encounter an enemy on this journey?"

I answer matter-of-factly, "Yes."

Eudo speaks next, "How will we recognize the enemy?"

I make a point to direct my glance, looking them both in the eyes, "That may not always be clear."

Eudo boasts, "Nevertheless, if we shall meet the enemy face-to-face, at that moment I will be prepared.   Entertain no thought that may question my ability."