So I have very vivid dreams. It’s been like this ever since I was a kiddo.
Most of them are run of the mill, random, scary, what the heck was that, dream stuff that I spend most of the morning trying to forget.
In fact, I have this hilarious routine: I stumble into Andrew’s office, early morning, he has smellie coffee breath, I curl into a ball on his lap, and tell him about my dream/night terror/randomness. We laugh about it, the spell is gone, then we both brush our teeth, thank goodness.
But the other night. Wow. This one was different. I need to tell you about this dream.
I was a horse.
Usually in my dreams my view shifts back and forth from 1st person to 3rd, where I’m viewing the scene from within the character then above. So in this example, I usually could see the horse. But not this time. This time, I was the horse. (Side note, in Ellen world, horses are one of the most majestic, beautiful, strong yet ethereal creatures on the planet. There are many daydreams about rides on the mountainside with hair blowing in wind. Moving on.)
My breath was heavy and dense through big nostrils. I felt strong, powerful and bold. I looked down and there were my hooves, ‘clop clop’ on a …riverbed?
I looked up and was surrounded by the most interesting landscape.
It was a rock desert.
No life, completely barren, desolate, dry, silent except for my heavy panting. “I’m so thirsty…” Is all I could think.
The water flowed around my hooves slow and steady. The river was so fast, yet so calm that it reflected the surrounding landscape making it appear as if it was endless. Terrifyingly endless. Just gray, dismal, impassable stones forever, and ever, and ever… hopeless.
My tongue was heavy and dry in my mouth, “I’m so, so thirsty.”
In the midst of this desert, terror and panic shot through my body. Down the river I could barely see it, more so, in that dream like state, I could sense him. I knew if he got to me I would be paralyzed, dead. The panic was overwhelming.
I started running. My hooves were slipping clumsily on the small rocks in the riverbed.
“I have to get away from him!!”
“Don’t look back, don’t look back!!” My coat was glistening with sweat, my whole body tense.
“Just run!” The faster I tried to move, the more my big hooves stumbled, causing my body to seize up in terror.
I finally made it to a deeper part in the river. The water was flowing up to my belly. I stood there chained by my fear, unable to move.
Terrified that the frog would get me at any moment (yes… a majestic horse was running from a itty bitty frog).
Cool water surrounded me yet I was panting, panting, staring hopelessly into the sky crying out, “I’m so thirsty, I’m so, so thirsty…”
What insignificant thing in your life, just like me, are you allowing to control you, cause you wasted anxiety and undue stress?
Is there something that you are running, running from, and you just need to stop, be still and let the River of Life flow around and comfort you? Drink deep and restore your parched soul.
“And the Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your desire in scorched places, and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”