Nightmare

Some have asked if everything is alright after my dream, so I'll fill you in. (Because when I dream there are often similarities, and Corie finds it funny.)

I'm fine. I'll start there. But here is how the dream went...

I walked into my old office, and noticed a small/circular mirror on top of a filing cabinet. Next to that were two books, hardbound and stacked on top of each other. I noticed them out of place right away, and looked cautiously at them. I noticed a Paper clip bent and stuck between the pages of the books which I immediately recognized as a trigger for a bomb detonator. (My website has just been flagged by the NSA)

I left immediately and cautiously, and moved through the building evacuating others in harms way. (This happens almost always in my dreams. I am the hero. This is what Corie laughs at me for. Of course I'm the hero, why wouldn't I be in my own dream?) The bomb was disarmed, and no damage was done to the church.

But in my dream I remembered the last time that someone had try to snuff out my life. (It seems weird to have a memory in a dream, but that's what it was.) In the previous attempt the bomb had detonated, but I had been miraculously spared. And that is pretty much the dream.

Why was it a nightmare? In the dream and when I awoke my mind was racing about who would try to blow me up? Who would hate me that much? I didn't know in the dream, and I didn't know laying there awake. If they would come after me, and had failed twice now, would they come after my family next?

You can imagine how fear can grip a persons mind when these are the images they've just experienced in the course of vivid dreaming.

So, I got up out of bed, and sat in my living room. I read a news site, remembered that there had been no first attempt, and certainly no second attempt. Settled down, hoped no one would ever hurt my family, prayed and told God he could have my life and the lives of my family if it furthered his plan, and went back to sleep.

The end.

--Ben