My life in dream form would appear as an enigma within a mystery, a puzzle, an unknown, perplexing and difficult in its menagerie of symbols and action, thoughts to boggle the mind, fed by imagination and a desire to solve the riddles of this esoteric event, we call life, and an understanding of the whys and whens and ifs, and is there fate, or is it planned by a higher intelligence? I'm glad in the fact that my life is a reality, and I enjoy every minute with the utmost joy, and feel the blessings of a benevolent Creator, we call God. I did not realize this great truth, until later in my life, which was filled with challenges and hardships along the way. Our dreams can be helpful and a hindrance, and are most often a reflection in the pool of our lives that are all about fears and happiness. These permeate our minds and help create dreams in a human response to life's gifts and upheavals. In my dream that I have had repeatedly since a child, I am standing in a raging river strewn with rocks and boulders and cannot swim. I feel hopeless. I actually leaned to swim as a child and am at home in the water. Go figure, psychologists.