I was staying in a luxury and remote cabin on a small lake with an incredible view. Apparently, I was staying with my aunt Mary, who is young enough to be my older sister. She had a new baby with her, and as always, was looking like she had never had any kids. My aunt Mary is tall and slender and just about the kindest person I know. She makes a great mom.

Anyway, we were sitting on the edge of the pier in the back of the cabin, dangling our feet in the murky shallows. Mary was explaining to her young son about the water and showing him the view of lush evergreens climbing out of the valley in front of us, clouds greeting them at the very top.

I was relaxed in a way I have not been. Not in some time. And I spied something moving in the scene. A sasquatch-like thing slowly roving round the edge. It wasn’t frightening, just there. I pointed it out to Mary, but she ccouldn’t see it. It rose to its full height and I realized it was actually more of a man made of rock, though at that point he shed his rock skin in a way that resembled a sheep being sheared. Apparently it was fur after all.

Then he flitted like a wingless fairy over the surface of the water and began to speak to me in two word sentences, like verbal pictographs. He was my size or larger, but he seemed to be partially incorporeal, the way he nimbly flew about. He told me he was the Rock-man* and that I could see him because I was not afraid to see him and that Mary might be too timid to do so.

He took the child up in his arms and cooed at him, and asked where the mother was. I explained that he was looking right at her, and he commented on Mary’s figure. I agreed that with a newborn baby her figure was remarkable, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about my aunt that way. I woke up soon after to my beeping alarm.

Now, seemingly incestual thoughts aside, I think I can interpret this dream like this:

It is what I want for the future. I want a secluded sanctuary, a small family, and a kind partner that even fantastic fae creatures think is hot. One down, two to go.

*that sounded significant in my dream, but now I realize it’s not very creative. Nice job with that name, subconscious.