Running toward home.

My dad's CT scan came back, in his words, "negatory."  Apparently whatever they saw on the x-ray disappeared in the two weeks it took for him to get the CT scan.  I feel like I can breathe again.

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I dreamt that I was running through the woods.  Everything around me was incredibly dark, in a way that ordinary night is not.  The pine trees were tall and menacing; I could feel their ill will.  Eyes peered out at me from the darkness, bears and wolves lurked in the shadows, ready to eat me.  I stuck to the winding dirt path I was running along.  Oddly enough, I wasn't frightened.  I was only five years old, my wispy golden pigtails bouncing with each step.  I was wearing my red rain boots, an item I own now as adult, the ones stamped all over with moose that come up the middle of my shins.  I had on a yellow rain coat and I was dragging a pine tree by its top, holding it like a jacket slung over my shoulder.  It was heavy and I was tired of carrying it but I couldn't put it down.  In spite of the dark, scary forest and the heavy pine tree, I was happy.  I was almost home.

The trees widened and I saw a row of tall pews, like you'd see in church.  They were dark and empty, surrounded by the trees.  At the end of the empty aisle, if I turned left, was a door.  It was the back door to my grandmother's house, leading into her sunny, bright green stairway.  All I had to do was get up the aisle and into that door and I'd be home and the forest would be gone like smoke.  I'd never have to worry about it again.  Best of all, my dad was there.  I started running. 

I was just beginning to notice that the aisle was getting longer or that I wasn't going anywhere and that the pine tree was really cutting into my shoulder when the door banged open.  My father came out, shrugging on an identical yellow rain slicker, carrying a flashlight.  He came striding down the aisle, calling my name.  The aisle stopped misbehaving and the wolves and bears, which had been creeping up, retreated back to the forest.  "Daddy!" I shouted happily.  As I ran to close the few steps between us, my father knelt down and opened his arms to embrace me.  I barreled into him, dropping the heavy pine tree, and I knew I was safe.  He'd carry me back to the house; I didn't have to fight the forest on my own any more.

I woke up on my side, curled around my pillow, one arm still tucked over my shoulder as though I had just dropped the tree.

Comments

[tess]

amen! great news! let's hear it for negatory and Fathers who love their daughters.

[starfish]

What a great dream. Dads are the best. I'm so glad yours is okay.

[andrea_jennine]

So glad to hear the good news about your dad. And what a lovely dream.

[Heather]

Oh YAY! I'm glad your Dad is ok!!

[jesspond]

I'm SO happy to hear your dad's alright.

:)

[daysgoby]

FABULOUS news about your father!

[Kath]

Oh, Flicka, I'm so glad. So glad. And what a beautiful dream about your dad.

[beagle]

SO glad to hear it!

[Accidental Poet]

Goodness I'm relieved for you.

[MsPrufrock]

I'm so pleased to hear your Dad is ok. Yay!

[Beth]

What a beautiful dream. You know, you could read into it how your dad is symbolic for God our Father, and how He (God) carries us safely through the forests of our lives, and no matter how scary things around us seem, we can have a peace about it because of His love for us.

Can I write a devotional about this? Love ya!

[Sherry]

Oh what a relief Flicka, I' so happy to hear this news!

I also have to marvel at your REM sleep, woman - you have such vivid dreams! It must be wonderful yet kind of freaky a the same time!

[Piglet Mel]

Hey, catching up on all your news. Where to start?
That article on the woman in New York with her abortion heart was dusgusting. I hope every person boycotts it and she should be taken on legally. She is a murderer with no respect for human life. They had an anti-abortion protest in London today, a peaceful respectful one but they made their point. Glad!
Very glad your Daddy is well. I agree with Beth, the Daddy in your dream is a combo of your earthly father and your heavenly father. I am desperate for fellowship, for my bible, for some spiritual soaking. Oops, this is your blog not your e-mail. Sorry hon, love ya, chat later. xxx