Dream Interpretation: Get on the pony, Pop!
By Janet Grace Riehl • Jun 4th, 2008 • Category: Daddy 'n Me
This morning my father wrote to me:
Are any of your new friends good dream interpreters? Last night I dreamed about you. We were walking up ninth street, in Alton [Illinois] at the stopsign where it becomes State. The hill was steep. We were out in the street, not on the sidewalk.
I lost sight of you. The hill got steeper. Then you came along, riding a litle brown pony about the size of Tony, only brown, not spotted. We never owned a horse like that one.
You were bareback, laughing. I was trying to figure how to get on behind you when I woke up.
Janet Grace Riehl is the author of "Sightlines: A Poet's Diary," a downhome family
love story beyond death told in accessible story poems. She's a member
of Author's Guild, registered with Poets and Writers, and widely
published in national literary magazines and several anthologies.
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