Last night I dreamed of Noah. It has been three nights since he was born and this was the first that he came to me in sleep. There was his little foot, dark and webbed with dry wrinkles like a desert dweller's. His mouth was open.
An old experiment came to mind when I arose. Scientists investigating the connection between dreams and memory outfitted a number of subjects with eyeglasses tinted red. The next day these people talked about their dreams; nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The day after that, it was the same. No noticeable difference at night. But on the third night, as I recall, it began to happen. "I noticed the strangest thing," they said. "About a quarter of my dreams were tinted red."
The percentage increased on the fourth night, and again on the fifth. By the time the week was out, dreams were virtually all red, all the time.
Last night I walked a dry valley in high desert country after Noah faded from my view. Maybe he will come up the mountain with me tomorrow night.
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