LUCAS 1:2 CONNECTING

Everyone has those dreams. The ones that are cut short before they completely play out. They are always amazing wonderful dreams and then you are yanked back to reality by the alarm clock, a barking dog, or a piece of vermin kidnapping a young girl. The moment that piece of shit was reset, before his carcass even had time to turn to ash and get carried away by the fog, I was thinking of getting back to my bed and willing my dream to return and continue from where it left off. This was the second time in one week that I had dreamt of her. Usually when they become that frequent I am near to her and that is the extent of my thoughts at present. This time a car door opening yanked me back to reality. The girl. I spun, literally in mid air, trying to reach her heart if for no reason besides my own curiosity about what it must be feeling while her brain attempted to interpret the events of the last 20 minutes. It's hard for even me to imagine being yanked out of sleep into a reality that involves a child molesting, addict kidnapping you from your own bed. By the time we make eye contact and I connect with her I sense something is wrong. She is different. She has already connected with me and she is not afraid. It is almost as though she understands - everything. She hears the sirens almost before I do and I soar into the low hanging fog leaving her staring up jaw dropped into the night. From my perch next to my motionless gargoyle friend on the precipice of a nearby building I oversee the girl's return to safety in the arms of the police officers. I think tonight she may have realized just how special she is and it looks to me as though she has accepted it.