It was an intimate moment, VERY, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the presence or lack of clothing.  Two hours later, it still lingers, and it didn’t even happen.

Before I woke this morning, my friend was showing me around his new media room.  This is a guy I could have married, if we had met each others’ mutually exclusive priority qualifications. Turns out he recently married someone – best wishes and a happy future to them both.

Anyway, media room under construction, with at least half a dozen large screen TV’s. He’s like a kid with toys, one of his more endearing qualities.  Suddenly, there was a broadcast interruption – the kind that stops all Americans in their tracks and sets millions of people to praying for loved ones in uniform and their families.  We watched for a moment, and he led me to a table to show me a picture in a frame.  Close enough that I could have felt his breath on my ear, he removed something from behind the photo, hidden away in a place only he would find it.  He handed me the piece of paper, a small official document, old and faded but still legible.  It referred to a time when he was released from being a prisoner of war.

It was too precious to speak – this person had revealed a most tucked-away part of his past, secrets he would hide from even himself if he could.  He trusted me in that moment, and with the news broadcast still rattling on, he gently played with a lock of my hair.

This…yeah, this.  ’nuff said.

It’s easy, now that I’m awake, to deconstruct the dream and figure out where most of the pieces came from.  Several details, however, could only have come from what I already know about my long distant friend.  For this reason, I’m hoping, praying actually, that the bit about being released from his POW status is true, in the spiritually metaphorical sense.  The One who knows for certain also knows that I’d want to know – I’ll find out for sure in about 300 years, or forget that it mattered.

I’m sad to say I turned down the caress of a beautiful orange sunrise in favor of a few more moments on the pillow. (Insert dream here.)  As I was waking, my mental soundtrack was playing “All I need is You” (referencing Jesus).  Amen. 

(although, dream dates are a nice treat on occasion)