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The Dream

Part 1 - The Dream

Bang! Bang! Bang!


Sally woke up with a start to find Buster knocking on her door. She lifted her sleepy head enough to take note of the time. It was 2:30 A.M. and Buster was now in her room with the light on looking as pale as a sheet.


“I had a dream,” he blurted out.


“I was dreaming too, big brother. At least I was until you scarred me to death. Whatever happened to running to Mom’s and Dad’s for comfort?”

“I’m too old for that, Sally. Besides, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was a dream.”

“Couldn’t it wait until morning?” Sally was sitting up now, but Buster was still standing over her.

“I needed to talk about it, “ Buster said. “I think God might have been talking to me or something weird like that. Last night before I went to sleep, I was reading a story about missionaries. When I prayed, I told the Lord that if He wanted me to be a missionary, He’d have to let me know.”

“Well, what’s so strange about that?”

“That was what the dream was about,” Buster said. “It was rather odd, not what I expected. I needed to tell you right away because it is about you too.”

Buster’s heart was still beating rapidly as he began to tell Sally the dream he had just experienced.

“In my dream,” he said, “we are all on a journey. We’re traveling down a road I have never seen before going somewhere we have never been before.”

“Is it scary?” Sally wanted all the details.

“A little,” Buster replied.

“Is it dark or light in your dream?”

“”It’s daytime, but there are some clouds in the sky and we can’t tell what the weather will be like.”

“Are we lost?”

“Not exactly lost,” Buster reflected. “We don’t really seem lost in the dream, but we’re not sure where the road leads either ... And yet, we do. That part is kind of confusing.”

“In the car,” Sally probed, “Are we happy or sad?”

“Happy, very happy. It was just so real ... It was like I had fallen asleep in the back seat and I woke up and we were riding along somewhere and that was real ... And then I woke up again and I was here and that was not as real. That’s what startled me.”

To be continued ... © 2003, Thomas B. Sims, all rights reserved

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