The Fox and the Dragonfly

I had a dream the other night and I don't remember much in way of details, but the "feeling" of the dream was like this...

We (whoever "we" were, probably farm friends) were at the farm, at dusk. We were sitting in a circle around the firepit, quietly enjoying the evening.

We were watching a bronze-colored dragonfly lazily spinning around the field, buzzing around us, unusually close, unafraid.

Then, as the dragonfly went over towards the edge of the woods, a fox comes out of the woods. The fox was beautiful and golden red, not unlike the dragonfly.

The fox began chasing the dragonfly, but in a playful kind of way, around the field. We who were watching were mesmerized.

After a while, it appeared the two were chasing away down the lower pond path trail. Some of the friends got up and began chasing the fox and the dragonfly.

"Let's not let this go!" someone said, enthralled.

I don't think I was part of the chase myself (or maybe I was, at times), but was seeing it through the eyes of the chasers.

Down the path they went, through a rather magical looking woods, again, golden and red like fall.

It seemed like the chase lasted a pretty good time, and other things happened, but I don't remember the details. It was a joyous chase!

The next thing I remember was being around the firepit at night, with the campfire going. Around the campfire, Roger got out his guitar and Cindy her concertina (I didn't know she had one!) and the people there together wrote a song, "The Fox and the Dragonfly..." whose words and melody do not return to me, but it was SO lovely.

And I don't think it was something seen or recognized during the chase part, but I think the reason the fox and the dragonfly weren't afraid of us, the reason we could follow them, was that the people were transformed, themselves, into foxes and dragonflies.