Last night I dreamed that I had lost something. I climbed down, waist-deep into a murky pond, dredging the bottom with fingers and toes scouring through muck. I couldn’t remember what it was I was looking for, but I reasoned I would realize the missing object once it was within my grasp. There were a few strings going deep into the water from the surface and I tried to follow their paths as clues: red herrings in the search.
A doe approached the water. I startled her into a dance of advancing and withdrawing until I found a cardboard shell to float on the surface and tuck my face within so I could hide in its shadows. It seemed that my human form is what she feared and the disguise had worked. Now she was gliding directly towards me in the water, examining what could be seen of my face as if she were searching for the presence of a human which she ultimately could not find.
I cannot remember more of the exchange; only being transported back on land where I made my way through a tented camp, passing fawns of different sizes, all sprinkled with delicate white spots. The doe I first saw was in one of the tents, surrounded by others, now decorated with pink garments and white trim as if she were a goddess or a princess. She seemed to welcome me with her eyes.
Suddenly, I transformed into a doe adorned with flowers and fabrics the color of amethyst.
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