I had a very weird dream the other day. I dreamed I was in a saloon in during the 1800’s. All was unusually quiet, save for one man who sounded a hell of a lot like Sam Elliot, who was telling a story…
“…Then the ol’ coot was sittin’ on the porch yellin’ at his woman to hurry up on gettin’ grub ready. She told him every time it was going to take a while because she was waitin’ for their boy to get back from the store with some salt pork.
I suppose he finally gave up n’ fell into a deep sleep. For two years he yelled and fussed over the drought goin’ on n he dreamed during this particular nap that clouds were a-gatherin’ about how it was sprinklin’ n he was jumpin all up n down “, hootin’ and a-hollerin’ (and the narrator demonstrated again) and slappin’ his hat when all of a sudden, he figured out the dust was still a-blowin’ n it was hotter than heck!
He took his hat and looked closely like this at it (demonstrates again), then he threw it down n stomped around like a crazy man!
“Why in the hell did he do that?” another man who sounded a lot like Anthony Zerbe asked.
“Well it was most likely because the bird in the nest above him on the porch pissed on his hat while he was sleepin’.”
It eludes me, yet I pursue it. I pursue it for the same reason the 3 wise men followed the Star of Bethlehem–according to what I was taught. The rainbow I am pursuing has riches, but not gold. It has many colors, but not all are visible. All I know is I see it each time I close my weary eyes and know that it is getting closer to me. I saw you in that rainbow yesterday. You motioned for me to keep coming toward you, but I wasn’t fast enough to reach you.
Yet I feel you as though you are bringing it to me. Who are you that you keep telling me that my destiny lies with you and to keep trying?You keep telling me to have faith in myself and believe that I have received, but yet where is it? What do you mean I already have this? I do not understand and you still bid me to follow. All I know is this: You’re too congenial and peaceful to be perceived as a leprechaun. You aren’t a wizard or a spirit trying to haunt me…So what are you?
When you are near, I feel peace. I feel loved–but when I wake up, the real world is there for me with its cruel devices. I protect my loved ones from this as much as possible. And what is with the paint you are leading? He’s a beautiful horse yet you never ride him. I don’t understand…He has a gentle disposition. Both of you are wrapped in the colors of that rainbow–and when I reach for you both, you are too quick for me. Please explain to me what this is to me?
I ask this again and you give me three words: “You are loved.” Then it seems to be alright. I think I know what this is now…I am dancing in a rainbow toward my destiny. Somewhere you are out there waiting for me. Fine…I will be there. Eventually my speed will match yours and then I will be there beside you.