Hundreds of Apples

photo: Ariel Camilo

Last night I dreamed of apples. They were all lined up to my right, shiny, hard Red Delicious. I had one for every day of the year up to that day.

My mother was off to my left. I was offering any of them to her, if she wanted one. I pointed out to her that they were all still fresh and crisp. Not one had gone bad!

This seems like a good dream, especially on the heels of some hard decisions I was struggling with that day, a decision I made. I see my Jungian analyst this Thursday. I hope I remember to tell her about the apple dream.