My Dream from a Few Weeks Ago
There was a season where I was writing about my dreams fairly regularly, but it’s been a fat minute since I’ve shared one. I’ve continued to have them—I just haven’t been writing them.
All my life my dreams have been constant, vivid, and unforgettable. Here’s one from a few weeks ago.
I was lying on a cold, hard floor, staring up at a tall ceiling lined with rows of fluorescent lights. It felt like a large commercial building. I could feel the cold pressing against my back and running all the way down my legs.
I kept thinking, Where am I?
I tried to move. I tried to lift my head, but it took everything I had. After several attempts, I finally managed to raise it just enough to look around.
I was in a large grocery store.
I could see the produce section. Women were shopping as though everything was perfectly normal. Then I ran out of strength and laid my head back down.
I remember thinking, How in the world did I end up here?
About that time, a very pretty woman in her 40s, with long brown hair and kind green eyes, knelt beside me, holding the gentlest smile, and asked, “What are you doing on the floor?”
I didn’t have an answer.
I just froze.
For what felt like about ten seconds, I just got deep into my thoughts as I looked at her, searching for words. Finally I said, “I don’t know… I’m not normally like this.”
She looked at me with such kindness, and in the softest, most sincere tone she said,
“Get up. I’ll help you.”
She reached out her hand, and I took it.
She helped me to my feet, handed me a shopping cart, and together we walked the aisles while she helped me find the things I needed.
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She didn’t feel like a stranger.
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She felt like my best friend.
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Then I woke up.
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