the feather thunders

These many nights I have awakened over and again from the dream with the same theme since coming back home. The adventure, traveling with a team, heading to a goal. I get up to reset and always return to different scenery. A mountain pass, a crowded market, a steep tunnel or floating down a river. Never am I alone, ever surrounded by groups working to the same end. I keep thinking tomorrow it will change, that if I wake up and then go back to sleep, but no . This dream will not die.
Now as I sit on the porch and listen to the far off train in the dark I recall this is the same dream I have had for years.
I worked with a man years ago who said "Come into it Boy!" Living the dream doesn't sound so bad.