On Body and Soul and Dreams
A prophetic dream
Last night I dreamt I was on your set for a movie.
It was in a huge multi-story house, and the production was enormous. Somehow, a giant deer with huge antlers got loose in the house. Everyone was scared to go in after it because of how big and violent it was. But it was destroying the set, and you were standing with a group of people around you, freaking out, and no one knew what to do. I asked someone what was wrong, and they told me, and I said, “Oh, that’s from our dreams. I can handle that no problem,” and I just walked straight in even though people were screaming at me to stop.
I made my way up through the house seeing all this destruction, but as I went through it was like I was cleaning and repairing everything, and all the important parts of the set and all the cameras and stuff were suddenly okay again. Then I found the deer on something like the fifth floor, and it was so huge and panicked. I realized it wasn’t violent or angry, just scared. And it turned and charged me and smashed something. I stayed calm and stepped aside and kept saying, “It’s alright. I love you. Everything is okay.”
On the second attack, it gored me deep in the chest and gut. But I still didn’t panic and kept saying, “I love you.”
The weight of my body on its antlers forced it to slow down, and I kept speaking calmly and soothingly to it. It moved slower and started to listen to my voice, and I could hear its breathing start to ease. Then, as it calmed down, it turned from this giant, vicious black monster into a small, brown, newborn baby deer. The long black steel antlers became little fuzzy sprouts, and they came out of my wounds. I carried the baby down and out of the house. As soon as I came outside, its mother was there next to you, and I gave it to its mom, and they ran away.
When I put it down you saw the wounds in my torso and burst into tears and ran to me but I was still very calm and you were trying to stop the bleeding but I stopped you and just told you to go back to work and that the set was ready and I would handle the wounds. And you said, “but you’re dying” or something like that, and I said, “God brought me here and gave me these wounds. And God will heal the wounds. All is well. All will be well”. Then I dropped to my knees and prayed. The bloody mess began to disappear as the wounds closed. You knelt beside me, crying really hard. A heaving, soul-deep, mourning. Like that night after the Fablemans. You hugged me hard. And I said the same things I said to the deer.
“It’s alright. I love you. Everything is okay.”
