Dreams

My alarm clock goes off at 5:30AM on school mornings. So this morning, I was still sound asleep when the phone rang at 5:02 with a call from the person who is above me on the school phone chain -- no school today due to snow here in Cincinnati. I made my own calls to forward the phone chain, and snuggled back into the warmth of His arms, under the heavy wool of the Hudson Bay blanket. Soon, I was back sleeping and dreaming ... a dream that was so clear and so sweet and so simple:

I walked across the room, our bedroom, in the quiet morning darkness -- padding softly across the carpet, feeling the cool morning air on my naked skin. He lay sleeping in the bed behind me. Just as I was about to pass through the door, and out of the room, He spoke from the darkness behind me, His voice quiet and very calm: "Please bring me the paddle."

In the magical way of dreams, the Hanson birch paddle was there in my hands as I turned and offered it to Him. "Yes, Sir..."

That was it. Just a snippet, clear and evocative. Nothing much really ... except that I have quit dreaming of any of that, and so that little gem assured me that my subconcious self is still there, still doing the work of living this life.

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