"I'm Afraid of the Dark"

     It's that time when I retire for the day and lie down but I am afraid to close my eyes. I'm afraid to fall asleep. My dreams come to me as the night passes. Most are forgettable. Those remaining haunt me for days or much longer. One dream remains with me still, even after four years and I remember it like was yesterday, like it really happened, unlike a dream. I remember looking up to the stormy skies of a warm summer day. The clouds were black and boiling. The winds were becoming stronger as if clearing the way for the storm that followed. As I watched, I began to see a funnel being formed as if a tentacle of the cloud was reaching down to capture me and carry me into the blackness. I watched in amazement at what my eyes were witnessing. The funnel magically turned into a net once it reached my hands as I was wanting to touch it. It was delivering me something but I couldn't make out what it was. Like a cacoon, the tunnel let free it's package slowly into my arms. It was a woman. She was dressed in a pale yellow dress with a digital pattern that came just above her calves. She was beautiful! I could tell because she came from the heavens and she was delivered into my arms....my arms! She had no face that I could tell, only a blurred vision of facial features. But I knew she had to be beautiful. She had long blonde flowing hair that covered the entire upper portion of her back. Beautiful!

     Why I fear that dream is because it is only a dream. It's a dream too good to be true. For four years this dream has tantalized my emotions, my heart, causing me to wonder if she is or will ever be real. I want her to be. I want to have her delivered by God himself in His own special way, as He did in my dream. But if that will never happen, then I don't want to dream of her ever again.