When I was a kid I often dreamed that I was the dream of a giant. I imagined that he had a giant dreaming his life too and that all our lives were like tiny little bits fading into the distance like reflections in mirrors that face one another. I thought that everything I knew was just a tiny pin top of universe that would fit on the corner of a leaf–possible between two little veins. Of course it would all go away if the last giant in line woke up.
I don’t know if I am the only kid that dreamed that dream. Looking at it now it, I think life was letting me in on the secret that I am not the center of the universe and that the dream of life is much bigger than I know. Good information to have.