The other night I had a dream where
I was wrestling with a formidable opponent.
Unlike the Biblical Jacob, I don’t think
I was wrestling with an angel.
My opponent looked strong and human
and not at all evil.
I thought he would easily beat me at wrestling,
as big and as muscular as he was.
But I was holding his hands and seemed
as strong as he was.
Just as I felt I could take him to the ground,
I woke up with my hands in the air,
as if they were still holding his and wrestling
with him.
I wanted a rematch in another dream last night,
but he didn’t show up.
Bob Boyd