It was perfectly clear. A moment, enough perhaps for one deep breath in, one long exhale, and not longer, yet much happens in the sleeping world in one breath. Dream logic is a revision of seven year old thinking. The “coming of age” upon waking is startling; the real world stampedes into being as the seven year old wist is shushed groggily by adult logic. All that’s left post-stampede are tiny fragments of dream as reminders; all was perfectly clear at the time.
Calvin and Hobbes stationary folded in legal envelope was our chat communication; the ‘send’ command was fulfilled by handing said package to the recipient. No verbal exchange occurred other than our verbiage scattered on the paper. Although the writing was cryptic, puzzles were our way of flirting, and this truncated message did not throw me off. I knew that “be sexy dinosaur or draw me a picture” was a relationship-altering decision and was distraught as both options seemed equally nice. “Make of it what you will” — or not (Enger).
