I once had a dream.

 I awoke the next morning half surprised I wasn't immersed in water.

 Instead I woke to the sentience of my usual mammal being.

That night I dreamed I was a fish. It began at the outskirts of a well
grazed forest .A Native Indian approached and gestured for me to
follow him. We continued along a trail and he communicated telepathically,

            ...the way I generally pass messages in dream time.

 He told me it was time I walked alone, that my father would nolonger be guiding me .I found myself standing in the shallow waters of the ocean , the transparency of the ocean revealing crystal clear the life beneath the surface. I watched a large gold fish, then I was that fish peering up into the prism of light breaking through water ,and I swam.

 Now I swim upstream, I catch myself in the school amongst so many . So many quick to throw against other bodies , the mind quickening in a flurry of Go Getters. I am not one just a mere spectator, maybe I follow then record all on canvas later.But I live a good life,somewhat solitary though never as a alone as I want to
be. I work because I have to work. I live as a spinoff of my ancestors. One day someone else will take my place and inhabit this space intead of me.It doesn't worry me, nor befuddle me. It just makes me wonder why

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