I woke up from a beautiful, vivid dream. We were lounging on the deck of a white boat, adrift at sea. The sun was hot, the sky was clear. A crew of my family and friends surrounded me. Normally, a dream like this wouldn’t be noteworthy, but this dream was special, the first I’ve had in two months.
My wife and I recently had twins. This has been amazing in so many ways, but not without it’s challenges. We’re losing sleep, personal time, and many of the freedoms we’re accustomed to (like having time to bathe every day, complicated meals, and climbing).
But it’s getting easier, and the possibilities, the dreams, are returning. Jamming up the cracks of desert towers, squeezing through slot canyons, dips in the creek. I’m dreaming again, browsing Mountain Project, hands sweating. And a funny thing has happened: I stopping drinking soda, I went for a run, I’m stretching. Just the dreams are helping me live better.
The siren song of sandstone sings again; This time I’ll bring a bigger crew.