You know how you wake-up and you realize that you have had the most incredible dream, but darn you can't remember it? And, if you do remember anything about it, it is just a fleeting color or one line or a distance picture?
I had one of those incredible dreams the other night. A dream so vivid that when I woke up the hair on my arms was standing up. A dream that made me feel warm and comfortable, yet somehow I realized that I needed to do something right away. But what? I couldn't remember anything - no colors, no pictures. What did I need to do? And why, if it was so important, couldn't I remember it?
I stretched into the inner layers of my memory. Nothing. I worked on it all day as I went about my normal tasks. Nothing. By evening I had put it to the back of my thoughts. By bedtime, it was a distant memory.
When I awoke the next morning, there it was. One line only.
"And the Great Spirit said to me: 'You don't get a do-over. You need to do it right the first time.' "
