dionysus

I dreamt I was holding a baby. Was it mine? someone else's? not sure. But I though it was beautiful and I was proud. Then the baby was a young man.  He had curly hair. I told him, "We need to find a name for you."   He liked ships and pirates so we started looking in old sailing books and then just old books. He looked on a page and said "Dionysus, I like that name." So he became Dionysus.

We were on a boat planning on a destination. It was too a big city or village that I had known would offer him variety and potential. We were sailing along enjoying ourselves when the watery path came to a fork. The boats were in two now and he was heading down one way, an unknown path to me and my boat was still at the head of the fork. I looked at him and with concern as if to ask.. should I be going with you?"

He looked back at me with a face that said.... I'm excited ... it is ok.