Saturday, July 28, 2012
I got to hug God last night. Yes, I was dreaming, still it was wonderful. I was talking to God in my dream. I asked him could I please hug him. He said yes. I remember hugging an invisible being, while being somewhere between the clouds and the ground. I was up in the air, hugging God. He was spirit, but I was hugging something substantial. I was allowed to hold on and maintain the embrace for as long as I wanted. Which is nice, because usually when I get to the most anticipated part in a dream, skiing downhill, or playing college basketball, or even taking a bite of something delicious, I usually wake up, or something else prevents the experience. Not in this dream. I got to hug God and feel hugged back for a little while. I like that I have this memory now, even if it was a dream.