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, and as my first foot fell lightly on the crest a rooftop, my balance faltered. I planted my other foot 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 spent my childhood.
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 that lay behind them. I thought I heard the sound of children's laughter, and then my dream settled comfortably over my shoulders with memories swelling inside my mind.
The house upon which I stood held fond recollections. I crashed through the barriers, which protected my conscious thought from the painful memories of having left. Then, I heard my friends calling to me from their backyards, and I almost answered.
As familiarity nestled in, I found myself searching for that which I knew would be nearby. Then my eyes fell upon it. It was 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, and I bravely stepped out onto the corrugated metal. I halted as the metal creaked. Then, I remembered I was in a dream and wouldn't let myself fall. So, I ventured to the side of the basket.
For an instant, I simply stared into the basket, swimming among memories of 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 tugged with my arms in desperation, changing the course of my flight. The basket lifted once more, and I shot through the sky. The wind laid my hair flat atop of my head when I leaned into the wind, and the basket followed. With each pull, 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, almost fearless, and without a tether to the Earth, while my child-like innocence urged me on. The sky belonged to me and me alone.
I abandoned my worries to the wind as it flattened my ears to my head, 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 this universe so that 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, and 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. However, I failed, and it dripped away while I rubbed reality back into my wakeful eyes. I found myself where I had been before I closed my 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 my bathroom window seemed brighter. Each breath of air seemed cleaner, even sweeter as it rolled across my tongue. My mood had become worry-free and cheerful. 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 it ushering 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.
And I swore, I would call upon it to lead me into my forever-dream, someday.