DREAMS That was childhood, when I believed anyone could fly if they just thought hard enough. I had dreams where I willed myself off the ground and looked down over it all from a height where nothing could reach me. These nights, I dream of long Walks. One of them takes me down alleys and then through an old rusty door into a jumble of a building with sloping floors and leaning walls and turns that don't make any sense. Around one corner, cold water suddenly comes rushing down the hallway as high as my ankles, and I see I'm in sandals and my feet will be soaked. I have to keep going on my way, but I encourage myself by remembering that I've waded many times before, I know what I'm doing, it's not as cold as some, I'll dry off, etc. But I'll have to get new sandals.