Deer

Once in a dream I followed a deer through a town
She led me under a bridge to the edge of a forest
Just inside the forest there was a forked path
I could have followed either but the deer nodded and I went forth on my own path
The next day, awake, I ran to a forest and found a path similar to my dream
Knowing my unconscious choice I looked between the fork
Lo, I saw a deer bounding away from me
Taking it as a sign I charged through the brush in pursuit
Soon I tripped and fell over an object with no worldly purpose in a forest
I thought long about this string of events
How literally I had followed my dreams
I guess I expected treasure or truth
What I got was wonder
Perhaps the deer play tricks
Perhaps the pursuit is the real reward
Either way, I never regretted chasing that dream