Sitting here watching a television show about Bigfoot I’m reminded of a dream I had last year. I had gone to the Pacific Northwest looking for Bigfoot For some reason, I believed they were related to me. I was in this small mountain town, getting ready to head out. It was a really misty morning, with the sun just starting to come up. Suddenly, I heard this beautiful, unearthly singing. No words, just really gorgeous close-harmony tones. I knew what I was hearing was the song of a group of Bigfoot greeting the dawn. It really was one of the most heartrendingly beautiful sounds I had ever heard in my life. Believe me, you haven’t lived until you’ve heard a Bigfoot choir. Even now, almost a year later, I remember the dream very clearly. More than I do the dreams I’ve had this week.
I still want to go find Bigfoot.