I remember waking up several times during the night, sweating, even though the floor fan whirred quietly, blowing gentle breezes across the uncomfortably hot bed sheets. The first couple of times, I didn’t mind getting out of bed.
But, this last time, I uttered a moan of regret at having to leave the bed and the warm and beautiful dream I was having. This was not the first time I had had a similar dream, but this particular dream was so real, so peaceful, and sweet that I didn’t want to wake up.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to force myself back to sleep without answering the call of nature that had jolted me awake. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity trying to figure out how I could recapture the delicious dream, nothing worked.
Finally, giving up in despair, I reasoned that if I hurried to the bathroom and back to bed I might be able to salvage that wonderful feeling I had just before waking up.
It wasn’t long before I was in that semi-conscious state between hearing the radio and not being able to distinguish what the talk show host was talking about.
In a matter of minutes the peacefulness of the dream returned, washing me with a feeling of pure ecstasy. I sleepily wished to return to the same spot in the dream where I left off before. I’m ready …
Let the dream begin!