Something Like a Dream III

The dream persists as a freight train comes barreling toward me.  For a split second I panic, as I can no longer feel your touch, but I am glad to the core that you are not there sharing this fate.  Suddenly the horn is distant once more, and we're at your place in the mountains, curled up once more in bed.

"I had the craziest dream."

You nestle back into me, and squeeze my hand a little more. Without you saying a word you somehow remind me that we share dreams, and you had been there the whole time. I look to the nightstand, and there is my Bible, the one my mom bought me when I was a child that I clung to through the entire process one way or another.  I shudder once at the realization that for some that was not a dream, re-emboldened now in my quest to help the less fortunate wherever and however I encounter them.  The day is breaking outside, as the train continues blaring off into the distance.  I consider rising in bed, but opt to instead feel this closeness for a little while longer, more comfortable here than I've felt for some time.  Much of the nightmarish aspects slip, as does our slipping through time.  I realize not all was for naught as a thunderclap reveals The Phoenix is alive and well, crying out on the horizon before it swoops up overhead, shaking the house.  It was all worth it to live in this land of mystery and more blessings and magic than can be counted.  Life, as we called it, was just a classroom.  A chaotic Lord of the Flies type adventure wrought with good and evil.  Something like a dream had passed from me, and something like a dream continued, but this was one of my making and it was both beautiful and amazing.