The sky is cast over with high clouds. There was no drama to the sunrise and I continued to sleep dreaming of my father and his good friend Joe Trucco. In the dream I thanked Joe for all he’d done for our family. He touched my shoulder in a way that surprised me, but didn’t break my appreciation. In waking life I did witness Joe give my dying father the gift of a beautiful bunch of bananas. Joe was awkward, unlike in the dream, shuffling his feet not knowing what to say when he realized it was the last time he would see his friend. Nearly 20 years later I am still thanking Joe in my dreams for that simple gift that said what he couldn’t put words to. It is these kinds of dreams that are inspired by my Montana bed.
