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A Dream Sequence.
Apparently, I am staying at a "Best Western" hotel, in New York City, with my parents. Goodness knows why, as I have a family of my own now. My father requires a package to be taken to a near-by tavern, and asks me to do this for him. Of course, I want to oblige, but I am somewhat apprehensive.This is a strange city to me. It is so big and out of my control. I gather up my courage, and set out walking in the wilderness of an unfamiliar city, which frightens me so. As I walk, I see faces and places that only serve to make me feel more uneasy. Nothing I can relate to here. It is dusk now, and this worries me. The dark will come soon, and I will trapped in it.I start to feel a sense of panic sweeping over me. I start to pray. "Lord, Please see me safely back, I am so scared and alone out here." I say this prayer over and over. It soothes me somehow. I find the tavern, and deliver the package. Whatever it was, the manager did not seem to care that I had brought it. I have come to believe that the package is unimportant. What matters is my journey. I leave the tavern, and the fading daylight, which really should have turned to night by now, has instead become clear, bright sunshine.I thank God I am not facing the unknown in the darkness. I again pray, "See me safely back, I am not able to find my way on my own." I am now aware that I am dreaming, and I am hoping for a happy ending. As I continue through the streets, I suddenly fear I am lost. Then there is a sign, from out of nowhere. It seems to be made of gold, and has beams of light all around it. "Best Western." The relief I feel moves me to tears. I was going to get my happy ending, after all! I head toward the sign, praising God out loud as I go, "Even in my dreams, you guide my way. Even in my dreams, you have seen me safely back." I awake feeling at peace.
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