A couple dreams
The first dream was about my friend Mike. Mike is married to my sister-from-another-mother, Ginny, and has been my best friend for many years. He is going to be the Best Man in my wedding in three months, and the one guy I can be more honest with and who I never doubt will be the most honest with me. Now that our relationship has been defined, here is the dream:
Mike became the President of the United States. His plain tongue and common sense approach to difficult situations gained him the favor of the free world, and he was voted into office. He made sweeping changes in our country's government but all were accepted because of their basic presentation and the cry for reality over politics. A concern came up over whether he would still be able to be in my wedding. During the dream I got to visit him in the White House, he came to my house in NC, we had a few beers and smoked our pipes, and generally got to still be the Sam & Mike that is so perfect and comfortable. The answer of him being in the wedding kept coming up and I'm not sure was ever resolved, which never brought about anger but rather, sadness.
I have to wonder if this dream had to do with me moving to NC and moving on with the next chapter in my life. To share complete disclosure at the risk of hurting some feelings, there were only a few people who ever had a chance at changing my mind about moving here, and the friendship bonds with those same people are the only people I ever felt deserved enough hesitation to consider their feelings; Mike was at the top of that list. Living nine hours away and only talking to each other about one time a month on the phone has caused the expected distance between us. I know very little of his daily life and he the same with me. It's not for lack of caring or a divide in our friendship, but only the natural progression of time and distance. We are ever-changing and growing but for the first time in twenty years, we're doing it without each other to share it with. Him becoming something grand and possibly not having the time for me -no matter what- are probably what brought about the dream.
I was in a park somewhere playing with my seven year old niece, Esther-Faith. (For those that don't know, E-F has spina-bifida and lacks the normal mobility of a child. She gets around either in a wheelchair or with braces and arm crutches.) We were playing with a Frisbee, laughing, petting puppies, and generally enjoying a summer afternoon. At one point she started running in just her leg braces and no crutches. The laughter turned to tears as she was running fast and then tripped, slamming her face and body into the ground. Terror filled my chest as I ran to her side and scooped her up in my arms, my own tears pouring down my face. I raced her to my truck, hugging her so very tight. I frantically tried calling her Dad, my brother-in-law Tim, but to no avail. I buckled her into my pickup truck's broad seat that obviously had no child restraints, and drove as fast and safe as I could to where he was, terrified of the fact she was hurt.
My sister and her family had just left from a week long visit to our area of the planet. I love my nephews but have never really connected with Esther-Faith; probably coming from a combination of my sister's desire to keep her special-needs child safe and the fact that the boys want to do more stuff I like to do. The idea of caring for her is undoubtedly daunting and I wonder if the dream came from a place of being scared I would let her down and possibly be hurt.
I welcome your thoughts and perspective...