A Dream of the Ways of God?

Let me tell you a story.

Where is it that you can go that will have you be in the most serene moment of your life one second and fearful to the point of screaming out loud the next, all without ever leaving the same spot? Where you can see things that are beyond beautiful and where images of things you didn't even know you were afraid of, show themselves to you? A place where you can have perhaps the most profound, life altering moment of your entire life, and not remember a second of it?

The answer is of course, only in a dream.

Dreams are not always obvious and people for centuries have been trying to interpret them for some sort of special understanding about the way of the world. Quite honestly I believe most of these people to be quacks and scam artists. However…I thoroughly believe that the only way to know a moment is yours, truly yours, is when you can give it to someone else.

This story is one that, had it not happened to me, I would be just as likely as anyone else not to believe it. But since this did happen to me, I feel the best thing I can do is to try and relay it to you as accurately as I can and let you make your own decisions as to what is real and what is not. What the meanings are behind the story and what they may or may not actually mean.

There is a particular phrase that I have heard many times; spit in one hand and wish in the other and all you will have is one wet hand. Well the events of this night, as hard as it sometimes to still believe, helped me to remember not to let a little thing like reality, get between you and what you wish for.

After all it’s a wish, and a wish can be anything you want it to be.

This whole story is about how a wish that I had forgotten about long ago found me again and how it has forever changed the way I will look at the world surrounding us.

It all started one night in mid spring. I remember because we had left the window open in our bedroom to let in the cool night air. This always helps me sleep a little better, even if that meant I would wake up in the morning with a sore throat. My wife, a beautiful Filipina, is asleep next to me when I heard something that woke me up.

But enough of that let’s begin.

Let me tell you a story; rather let me tell you my story.