Don't Look Down
I had a wonderful dream two nights ago. I dreamt that I was crossing a wide bridge. It was more like a boardwalk, made of wood that had been painted white. Below me was the ocean which was calm and a beautiful blue. Above me, the sky was a brilliant blue with puffy white clouds. The bridge was somewhat dilapidated with boards missing. If you looked down you could see the water below. There were many people crossing, but they didn't seem concerned about the condition of the bridge. I was afraid a misstep would make me fall into the water below and I started to lower down to crawl. My brother, Mike, was with me. He took my hand and told me not to look down, but to focus ahead and just walk. With his warm hand in mine, we crossed safely to the other side.
Later in the same dream, I was at home on the couch snuggling with Dave. Someone came down the stairs and it was Mike. I was so happy to see him, but I was confused. Mike died 10 years ago. In my dream he lived with us, but I wasn't sure where he slept since we don't have another bedroom. I was concerned that we didn't have a space for him. He smiled and said he sleeps where ever he finds room. He let me know that he is always here, whenever I need him. He was very happy.
I woke up feeling secure and hopeful that everything is going to be okay. I keep as my mantra, "don't look down". I think he was telling me not to be paralyzed by fear, but just to move forward and that things will turn out fine and we'll be safe on the other side.
