Dream 8

The water in the swimming pool was a clear, turquoise
blue. Stones surrounding the pool reflected the sunlight
in twinkling shiny patterns. The water embracing me was
tepid. As I stood in the waist high water the soft
tropical breeze blew across my upper body and face. I
watched the palm trees sway as the gentle hand of the balmy
air played with life.

Rama and I were in paradise. He was in the pool
just a little behind me, and we were facing a small
audience. The handful of students was standing in the
pool facing us. Their attention was focused on their
teacher.