High above Lake Samish

Photo: Lake Samish Canoe, by Eddie McHugh

In this dream, I'm crossing a precipitously high bridge over Lake Samish, Washington.

Yes, I know. Geographically inaccurate. Dreams are like that. Is it one of my threshold dreams? I'll have to wait and see how waking life works out. Then I'll have a better idea.

Where am I trying to get to in these dreams? Always the same destination, I think.

It's the part of me where the good stories reside. Maybe is it even a portal to something that extends beyond me. Either way, it gives me access to fiction, and that's where I'm bound.