Three drum references have shown up in half an hour. Drums are ringing my doorbell. So, I am drawing. I'm drawing some drums on the back of a Firestone car repair receipt. There. Brown marker. Two drums. In honoring the synchrony, I feel better. I've moved a stone and am on my way, back on my path. I don't need to know why.

In a graduate school three-semester course on sleep and dreams, our teacher taught how to help ourselves and to help our clients find meaning in our dreams. We practiced interpretive techniques, ways to examine and open up a dream, but somehow he also let us know that there are shortcuts to moving forward. Respecting a dream, giving it a nod, is enough.