Dreamin'

She hadn't seen him in almost six months and although the face in the dream wasn't exactly as she remembered, she knew, without doubt, that it was him. His voice was the same--- a sensuous and masculine tone falling somewhere between the sound of a poet and smooth brandy falling over ice. And the touch of his hand was one that she would know anywhere. It was the same touch that made her think she felt the earth move once upon a time in that quaint little mountain village.
For some reason she knew it was a dream---maybe because in the back of her sleeping mind she knew that it couldn't be real because, for the time being, he had drifted from her life. There really is a strangeness to dreams you know. Nothing really seems familiar, yet, in your spirit, you know where you are and why you are there. So they walked and talked and laughed and held hands and spoke to one another with their eyes, their voices and their touch, each suggesting to the other that they shouldn't have wasted so much time apart and maybe, if they tried, they could get back together and recover the sacred bond they had once shared. Together they thanked God for favoring them with one more opportunity because, in all sincerity, their meeting really did feel like a 'God thing.'
But dreams have a peculiar way of taking on a life of their own and although you try to control the dream it sometimes veers off into the unknown and nothing that follows goes down any predictable path. But something about this dream seemed mighty familiar and as she awakened she thought to herself, 'I think I have had that dream many times before...' She stared into the dark and wished she could go back to sleep and dream some more. How wonderful it was to see him and feel him and hear his voice once again.
Thank you, God, for dreams.

.....I the Lord will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream. Numbers 5:13