Years ago, when I had the dream, I first heard my breath in deliberate yet inneffectual bursts as I tried to stifle screams. The light was dim and I fought against unseen obstacles feeling an undeterminable urgency to make my way through the mystical labyrynth which grew more formidable with a fight. I was aware that everything I loved was waiting with urgency and patience just beyond my grasp through a massive mountain of foam like rocks I could not climb over. In the dream, I believed my options were to continue to fight my way over ineffectively, or give up in despair. My breath slowed and I began to sink into the shifting structure. My limbs stretched, my back arched with impossible grace, and I sank into a perfect split I hadn’t done since I was a child. The laughter of my family blended with mine as they waited on the other side of the obstacle I had outsmarted.