Welcome to the flow of life Message from a dream: Just let go...be in the flow...floating headfirst in the stream, trusting like a baby...the flow of life is gentle. A boy and a girl are put into foster care. They find out they are half-brother and sister. The foster parents aren't really bright. They are strict and the boy and girl cook and clean up. Somehow the tasks are stabilizing but suppressing to them at the same time. They resent the couple. They lie down on the floor and touch each other's bare backs (healing mutual backstabbing). Somehow this healing emboldens them. They feel they are no longer able to tolerant the current situation. They venture (with joy ) out to get cigarettes as the couple awake. The children keep going to the edge of town, through the fields, not looking back. Their destination is in another state. It is a voluntary residency where kids get to be bipartisan. They meet the Patron who helps them. After the children arrive, there is a big happening. All the kids at the new place meet in the big yard. They are debating something. The boy and the girl get excited. This is the place they want to be-it is a like-minded community for them. The stifling couple come. They express remorse for the way they treated the boy and girl. The youngsters are anxious about the visit. Will they have to go back, they wonder? But no. They stay at the camp. They forgive the couple for their ignorance. The boy and girl step outside. There is a baby (soul). The boy lets go of the baby and she floats on a water current to the girl who is suddenly standing waist-deep in water. That is when they start floating together. A banner stuck in the trees quotes a woman's campaign motto, Just let go. It is scary, an act of faith, for both of them to float headfirst in the current...not looking where they are going. Breathe through the scary moments, they remind each other; the moments won't last long and quickly you will feel okay because the situation is okay. The baby trusted. When the boy let go, she had no choice but to float to the girl, who caught her and started to float herself. Remember when the boy and girl left? They brought nothing but the shirts on their backs-not looking back-always looking forward to their destination. The baby squirmed around, trying to see where she was going, then finally relaxed in the water and trusted the flow and those around her, kicking her legs for momentum and buoyancy.