Over the River and Through the Trees

I had another interesting dream a couple nights ago. In this dream I wanted to cross over a body of water to the other side, wherein, as was my impression, there would be some kind of transcendence, a sort of promised land. One had to wade across this water, which was not very deep, just about waist deep. 

So I started out and got about halfway when the water around me begin to churn and push against my progress, and it was filled with some kind of thick sludge, like wading through a sewer. I could see the clear, refreshing water before me and all I wanted was to press on and reach that pure water and bathe myself and drink of the water. 

But of course I woke before I got across. 

There is something that we must struggle through. There is a barrier. But there is deliverance on the other side.