Strange how what we have on our mind enters our dreams when we’re unconscious. After mulling over the prompt word “wilderness” on Friday, I had a two part dream — part one: I was walking with Red through the forest (I think I was wearing a hooded coat also) set on a purposeful journey, we said nothing, we carried nothing. There was snow on the ground. Part two: I was drawing her, walking confidently up a tree-lined path, snow covered and untread upon. This was my answer…out of dreams. More here.