Mountain of Dreams

My night was filled with super scary dreams. The kind that seem more like reality than life itself. Dreams inside of dreams. I woke up early, and as the images faded from my evening's cinema of the subconscious, I was immediately relieved to realize I'd only been dreaming. I rolled out of bed for a cold swallow of juice and saw my friend Mt. San Jacinto out the kitchen window. I've heard it turns red & purple, just as the sun rises, and then it turns to it's day long comforting yellow & gold. I love Mt. San Jacinto. I'm glad to be awake.