I had such an interesting dream last night that I had to share it. Some of you may know, I have an incredibly active dream life. Sometimes the dreams can be prophetic, or meaningful in a cryptic manner. In last night's dream, I was running away from someone. It's not a new thing for me, I've had numerous dreams where it was necessary to flee from some sort of danger. In this dream, I'm not sure how it all began, but the man was evil. I had a relationship with him for a brief time, but decided he was not the one for me. But for some reason, he couldn't take no for an answer. He tried to lure one of my friends into his car as well as revenge for the breech of relationship. I remember running into the car and pulling my friend out. We spent the next few hours just running and hiding from this man. For some reason, I wasn't frightened. I just knew I had to escape.
I pulled my friend under a porch to hide as he came looking for us. Luckily, we went undetected. We continued our escape, and I remember distinctly running to different countries and cities, always feeling relieved that we had managed to stay one step ahead, but little did I know, the chase would end soon.
It must have been a holiday of some sort, there were fireworks everywhere and crowds of people lining the streets. I grabbed my friends hand and we walked through the crowd. I wanted to stop to see the beautiful display of lights and explosions, but was afraid that we would be caught. Sure enough, there was the man, right in the crowd. I knew he had spotted us, so I let my friend go and told her to hide in the crowd as I did the same. I crouched behind spectators, hoping he wouldn't notice my shoes (for some reason, I was very afraid I would be recognized by my shoes). The fear turned into paranoia, and I thought the best solution would be to make a run for it. My friend had the same idea. I bolted after her and we ran through a building near by. A woman tried to stop me, she grabbed my arm and asked, "Are you Betty? Wait...you have to know something!" I ignored her caution and continued running, but I knew I couldn't run any longer. I was tired, and knew I would run out of places to hide. His cleverness was just too great. I knew there was only one thing left to do; stop running...
I could see him in a distance, calling my name, approaching closer. I didn't feel fear, or sadness; I felt empty. As he came up to me, I saw in his hands two cakes. I wasn't too sure what they were meant for. He stretched them out in my direction and said, "these are for you...let us eat together, and would you forgive me for all that I have done." There was no hesitation, no second thought, no confusion; I stretched out my hand and said, "All is forgiven brother". I called out to my friend to let her know there was no reason to run anymore. I remembered the woman who tried to stop me, she had tried to tell me the same thing...that there was no reason to run anymore.
It was a profound dream...and yes, I have spent the last couple of years running...exhausted, unable to conceal myself in new jobs, new cities, new hobbies. There comes a time when we all must stop running, I guess my time is now. I don't know who the man is, perhaps failed relationships, perhaps betrayal from friends, perhaps the pain of loving someone who doesn't love you, or perhaps even myself and my own sins. But wouldn't it be a wonderful thing, to stop, and to stretch out our hands and say, "All is forgiven".
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