Bali Dreaming...

a dream i had, in waking up too quickly, i remembered every detail. it was hot, and i was sweating in my sleep, as i dreamed about the island of my dreams. it was, as any island would be, full of people unconscious of time. it was, as islands go, small enough to feel as though my presence on it affected it in some profound way. it was consumed by the tradewinds, bringing my passion and love and desire with it to me, and taking with it my cares, concerns, anxieties, and plans. and so, sitting up in bed, i forgot my name. i forgot my place in the world. i stepped outside, into the quiet night, and opened my lungs to the sweet, salty air that so seduced me in the first place. i opened my mouth to cry out, but all that remained of me was a whisper. "this is where you belong." and when sweat started dripping from my forehead, it was raining the sweltering downpour of the tropics upon my head. and my heart beat quickly to the sound of each and every drop of rain on every leaf of every wild plant in the garden into which i had wandered. and there, amid colors so brilliant only god could have touched it, and recently, i saw my soul like steam evaporating from a boiling kettle. i reached up to grab it, and realized that no sooner had it risen, it had turned into the very rain which poured down upon me. and, knowing that this cycle would continue endlessly, i decided to forego staying away for the approaching dawn. i stepped back inside, leaving the door open so i could hear the rain, climbed into my bed, sheets kicked to the floor, and lie naked as the rhythmic sound of water droplets fell. i discerned them, one from each other, and counted them like sheep until i reached a number too high to imagine. and then, fully aware of my enviornment, i fell asleep again and sought that dream from which i came...