A Dream

The other night I had a dream. You know those dreams that are really vivid and seem so real while you are in them, that when you wake up you look around and for a split second wonder where you are? This dream was more vivid, not so much in colours and sounds, but in its theme.

I know who was there, where we were (and unlike other dreams this one has not faded in my mind), I know who wasn't there, and I know I was there and why I was there. It was a place from the past, with friends from the past, yet it was current. They say scent is the strongest sense tied to memory, maybe, there were familiar scents too. Now I say it was current, but not completely, the guys who are married didn't have their wives with them, nor the girls have their husbands. I was the center of attention, it was like a forum, everyone weighed in on the topic of me, I just watched. It was no ego boosting dream by a long stretch, but I feel different somehow now, as if it really happened. I think it was an answer to a prayer I have been praying for a long time, and one that I finally now let God deal with.


I've had a request for more about Aghar the Dwarf, so in the future I hope to continue part 3 of ?. Please post so I know my work is not in vain, it is sometimes discouraging to do all that work without anyone ever seeing it.

Allegory

Ok, it's all made of cheese, pure geek brand cheese.

Hello, I'm 7 years old. My mother set a play-date with a person from my class at school, I don't know him all that well. When he came over I asked him what he wanted to play, and I showed him all my Lego, my board games, my video games and most of my toys. But instead of wanting to do any of that he reached under my bed and pulled out a worn and dusty box. There is nothing particularly special about the box, it is the original packaging for what is inside, but it is far from mint. Inside is a Landspeeder, it is also far from mint, it has scuffs and some of the decals are peeling. It is no Millennium Falcon or Slave I, but it is mine and it has special meaning to me. I put it in the box and stuck the box under my bed to keep it safe. Now, do I stop my new friend from playing with it outright, or do I trust my new friend to be gentle with it and not throw it off the sundeck?