They talk about this a lot–life on life’s terms.  What the HECK does that mean?!?  I mean, it is all stories.  Or as the Tao reading says, “Life is one dream to another.”  Even when we die it is a dream–at least now.  Even those who have come back from death it seems their story is their story–each different according to their life story.

My dreams these days seem like what I do at work: sort this from that, decided here and there, calm one down, urge one to move, sit in perplexing thought about how to get my brain around another new challenge.

Off to a dream of living inside a huge alder tree trunk, with tiny crevices of roots for my windows and the sound of morning birds as my wake up call.