Duels

A few nights ago my adult child was very upset with me. This worried me because it doesn’t happen often, but when it does it feels like it lasts a lifetime.I really felt that I had no choice on my plan of action that caused this tempest. I was sure  that it would be a very long time before I would see her. I tried to observe it for what it really was. She was scared and mad. I kept sending love her way and tried to not take it personally.

That night I had a dream.

I had to have a duel with someone.
I really didn’t want to do this.
My weapon was a small pistol wrapped on my ankle.
(If you know me, you know I do not like guns.
I am not judging anyone who carries one,
my own husbands packs one daily.)
I didn‘t want to have a duel.
 
This was an easy dream to figure out after some thought,
I am no expert but I try to take my dreams seriously,
especially the vivid ones.
 
Even though I felt I had to go through with this duel, in the end I chose not to.
I refused to cause harm to this person,
 
The fact that I wore this on my ankle showed
something was bothering me that isn’t going away.
I needed to choose my direction.
 
The gun showed anger and aggression and potential danger.
The fact that I even had a gun really showed me this dream was serious.
 
I am sure many of you know much more about dreams than me.
If I am “off the mark” (excuse the pun), just realize I am a novice.
 
Anyway, I said all that to say this;
The miracle of this story was, when I woke up the next morning,
there was an apology on my phone.
 
The moral of the story?
Send love to those who hurt you and pay attention to your dreams!
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