We all have a dream that lifts us above our worries in times of need, this is mine.
Inside My Favorite Dream
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I stepped inside my favorite dream. As my first foot fell lightly on the crest a rooftop, my balance faltered. I planted my second foot more firmly on the asphalt shingles of the descending slope. Then steadied my hold on the surroundings. Once steadied, my eyes roamed the world I just entered. Approximately a second passed before I discovered I had successfully landed in the neighborhood where I grew up.
The happiest days of my life appeared before me as I stared across the two rows of houses and the alleyway, which separated them. Wide-eyed, I remembered walking atop that fence between the houses and building a fort inside the alley. I thought I heard the sound of children's laughter, and then my dream settled comfortably over my shoulders as the memories swelled inside my mind.
The house upon which I stood held my fondest recollections. I crashed through the barriers, which protected my conscious thought from the painful memories of having to leave. Then, suddenly, I heard my friends calling to me from their backyards. I almost answered.
As familiarity settled in, I found myself searching for that which I knew would be nearby. Then my eyes fell upon it. A sturdy basket, woven from small tree branches into a four-foot by two-foot frame to waist height. It sat atop the flat metal awning, which shielded our patio from the hot midday sun.
I shuffled my way down the roof's slope to the edge of the awning. Standing there, I felt my boyhood curiosity well inside me once more, and I bravely stepped out onto the corrugated metal. I teetered as the metal creaked. Then, I remembered I was in a dream and wouldn't let myself be hurt. So, I ventured to the side of the basket.
For an instant, I simply stared into the basket, swimming among memories from past dreams. Without trepidation, I lifted one foot and pushed off with the other, vaulting over the side of the basket. I crouched inside, with my arms dangling over its walls. My mind wandered through previous dreams where I stood, pulling up on the sides of the basket. Suddenly, I found myself flying through a blue sky. I dove, bursting through a white, puffy cloud. Whiffs of white, trailed in my wake as I passed through the other side.
Then I found myself tugging with my arms desperately, changing the course of my flight. The basket lifted once more, and I took off like a shot. The wind brushed my hair flat atop of my head. When I leaned into the wind, the basket followed. When I lifted, it rose, and when my shoulders dropped, it fell. I soared through the heavens, past birds on the fly. I zoomed over treetops, loosening leaves to the ground. I was free, and without a tether to the Earth below, but my child-like innocence urged me on. The sky was mine and mine alone.
I abandoned my worries to the wind that pushed my cheeks toward my ears, and I soared through the sky. Confidence swelled inside me as I flew above the blustery sky, then I banked over my shoulder toward the shrinking world below. I commanded my universe, so naught could do me harm. I zoomed toward a field plowed in rows, then lifted my chariot above the vineyards just before I crashed through the grapes. My flight guided by thought more than pulling and tugging, I found myself invincible, and alone in the heavens.
I had never felt so close to God during my waking hours, so I never wanted to leave. But, as with any dream, the curtain falls without notice, and a buzzing brought me crashing back to reality.
I reached for the alarm, slapping it into submission, and then tried desperately to return to my dream. I failed, and it dripped away as I rubbed reality back into my wakeful eyes. Then I found myself where I had been before I closed those eyes the night before.
I was in my bed and it was just before dawn. Time to get ready for work.
As I stepped from the shower, the light, streaming through the window, seemed brighter. Each breath of air seemed cleaner, even sweeter as it rolled across my tongue. My mood was worry-free and cheerful to boot. I couldn't shake the smile from my face and couldn't remember from where it came. As I dressed, I heard a joyful tune and found that it ushered from my own lips as I whistled and hummed. The day brightened before me, and I actually looked forward to confronting it.
I loved that dream, and I summoned it often. I swear, I will call on it to lead me into my forever dream someday.