dream

So I stayed up until 4am....crashed on the MD couch. Then woke up at 5am. Cancelled the sunrise bible study because it was too cloudy. Slept again from 5-7:45, woke up. Realized I was late to breakfast. Went to breakfast. Got back around 9:30ish and slept until 11:30.

1+2.75+2 = 5.75 hours of sleep. Weird. I woke up around the same time if I were just to go to sleep at 3am. Anyway, I had a dream between 9:30-11:30.

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I was at Cedar. But this wasn't Cedar Campus....this was so much cooler, much more island-ish place with a big ship hitting the sand. I remember dreaming a long time just about going around the place. Then somehow I got in trouble and had to go across the island and do something. I remember calling my parents and them asking where I was.

For some reason I was hesitant to explain because at this point I had already gone to Cedar? But I told them that this (the second visiting of Cedar) was the one that actually counted. I don't know. I guess my parents don't like it when I go to things like Cedar because they think it's not worth the money, and especially this year I guess because they could've come visit me during the week that Cedar is.

Anyway, I explain that to them, then realize that they were actually on a cruise ship themselves. Then I realize that their cruise is actually the big ship that was on the sand of Cedar Campus. I start doing monkey bar's back to the bridge to that connects to the ship while I was on the phone with my parents. I don't understand.

Anyway, I see my parents on deck, then climbing down the stairs to meet me.

I see my mom, and then I see my dad. There's something different about him. His hair is much different. It's like he wanted to shave his head, but then stopped the hairdressed half way. So the front right quadrant of his head is shaven. The sides of his head still have much hair, and then there;s the back/middle bald spot that many older men develop.

Somehow in this moment, I realize something. Either than my dad has cancer or quite simply that my dad is going to die.

I didn't say anything, but my dad saw my realization in my eyes, and I saw his sadness in his eyes. And I weeped. And he weeped.

And I woke up weeping, still.

Sigh, and that is a topic for another time. The fragility of life, the reality of life. What is a life when we know that all things are temporary? That there is a time when the people we love will come to die. In the meantime, I think I'm going to call my dad.

Fear not, there is good news. But only if you believe, I implore you, reader, to believe this news that is too good.

As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.
But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him,
and his righteousness to children's children,
to those who keep his covenant
and remember to do his commandments.
The Lord has established his throne in the heavens,
and his kingdom rules over all.