I had a memorable dream a few weeks ago.
In my dream I was walking with my children through a place reminiscent of Disneyland.
I noticed a little girl wandering alone in a darkened corner. She was crying. She was lost.
We stopped.
Instantly, I knew this little girl. The child was me. I felt her fear and sadness and my whole body smiled with compassion. I went to her.
I approached her carefully because she didn't know me. I knelt in front of her and spoke comforting words, telling her I was there to help. Eager for rescue, she hugged me tightly. I felt her relief.
I took her by the hand and led her, along with my children, to a little cafeteria-like restaurant. We were the only ones there. The children chose plates of food and joined together at a table as I paid for our meal. Standing at the register, I looked over at my contented crew with pleased fulfillment-- my child-self relaxing, smiling, listening to my daughter chatting on.
I put the credit card back in my wallet, grateful I had the resources to serve her, to nurture her.
Hello!
- Abby
- Writing helps me manage my genetic inability to speak in full sentences or think of the word I want to use until it is too late.
5 comments:
i love that you had such a great dream, and that you remember it!
is it weird that i never ever dream about calvin? like, ever?
You didn't ever dream that your baby had teeth or was walking when they were tiny? I had dreams like that a lot...they were a little frightening!
But now that I think about it, I'd say my dreams rarely have my kids in them...they are mostly self-centered!
Oh you know what? I think once I had a dream that he had teeth when he was tiny! That was pretty terrifying.
That's a very profound dream. Mine lean toward the weird and 'in need of a psychiatrist'.
This is perfect. Thanks for sharing it.
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