I had a dream last night that the pond was filling up with water again.

The property looked like a park….beautiful and green….and the pond had a clean, sandy bottom…..great for swimming….great for anything, really.

The water was coming up…..and I pointed out the fish to Jenny….3 feet long and golden….koi.

The koi part didn’t make any sense….but I remember pointing them out to her and saying, “See!! The fish didn’t all go downstream when the dam broke!!”

“And….look how beautiful those grass carp are! I didn’t know they’d turn that color!”

It was peaceful….and we walked along together….imagining how nice it would be when all the water had returned….walking on the paths I’d built around the pond’s future edge.

That was when the snakes started to chase us.

Jenny ran….but I was slower….curious….curious about why these snakes were chasing us.

It was a whole family of ringed snakes….poisonous, probably….chasing…chasing….and then I was running, too…..and right before I woke up, a flying brown snake launched itself at me….snapping its jaws at the air…..trying to bite me.


A good thing can turn weird at the drop of a hat.

That can happen in dreams, too.

That pond did look a lot better with water in it.


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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