Wednesday, October 26, 2005

No more ice cream at bedtime

On a typical night I sleep very soundly. So much so that it takes much effort to awaken me during the night. Case in point, back when I was pastoring, I was summoned in the middle of the night to attend to a family who had just lost a loved one. It was about 1:00 am, and to this day, I barely recall actually going. I remember that I did in fact go and sit with Mrs. Doby, but the details are a bit hazy. I hope I didn't say anything dumb. Sleep-pastoring? A new mental disorder which I may delve into in another blog.

Ummmm...no.

Last night I was awakened rather suddenly, which, as I said before, is hard to do. But this time it wasn't a family emergency, or a sick child, or my dog, Levi, sticking his big wet nose in my face desiring a late-night petting. This was something I haven't experienced in a long time.

I had a bad dream.

Bear in mind I seldom recall my dreams. I wake up in the morning and the dreams are gone. Last night I remembered the whole thing. The dream began with my co-workers, friends, and family at a restaurant being merrily led by yours truly in a chorus of Elton John's, "Crocodile Rock." Then I had to leave to go to another engagement. I was driving my old 1990 Nissan Sentra, which in reality was totaled by the ex-wife on I-85 near Cary, NC. She was OK, the car was a goner. I now drive a 97 Chevy S-10. Nevertheless I was in my Sentra in the dream.

Suddenly I had taken a wrong turn and was in the woods driving along a spooky looking trail headed toward a cabin. I felt an eerie presence, so I rolled up the car window, leaving it cracked slightly (which I always do...I need air). Without warning there were hands covering my ears, and another set of hands grabbing my shoulders, but they were not hurting me. In my mind I felt the hands were leading somewhere I didn't want to go, only I didn't mind. I believe it was Deceit leading me into some terrible sin with grave consequences. I'd been here too many times before. I began to resist.

I startled awake and immediately began to pray. I confessed every known sin. My heart was pounding and I even nudged my beautiful wife Tracy and told her I'd had a bad dream. She mumbled something about Root Beer and put her arm around me. So there I was, late last night, praying until I finally dozed off again while my semi-comatose wife laid her arm on me.

I woke up this morning feeling somewhat rested and glad to see the sunlight. I prepared my coffee, showered, dressed, and out the door I went. I was never happier to see my truck in the driveway. I arrived at work this morning and got settled in. As I began to post this blog, guess what was playing on the radio?

Elton John's Crocodile Rock.
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