In my imagination, I see… Serena and myself flying atop two enormous eagles whose heads are unusually colored, like ducks. We are whooping and hollering back and forth to each other as we soar over the water and trees. We are dressed in black tank tops and yoga pants with bright red tennis shoes. We wear white hot crowns of light. Our War Eagles, Efram and Mike, are swooping away from each other and back together. We fly for miles and miles over the lake and surrounding mountains. Whenever we see darkness, we dive down and fly through it. As we touch the edges of the darkness, our forms, body and bird, turn to blazing fire making the darkness disappear when the flames touch it. Sometimes we dive together and sometimes separately. At last, we rise to a new vantage point high above the lake. Our birds and bodies collide into one bright line that grows brighter and brighter, then smaller and smaller, then suddenly winks out. Now I behold with peace, a forest and lake with no darkness at all… Holy…

This is the message which we have heard from Him and declare to you, that God is light and in Him is no darkness at all.

1 John 1:5 NKJV

Note for those who seek out mysteries: The name Efram means “fruitful, fertile, productive”. The name Michael means “Who could possibly be as cool as our God?!” (Rhetorical, of course!)

While sleeping I see…

I am standing in the back of a U-Haul type truck that is completely packed. I am standing on the ledge holding a rifle that reaches from the floor to the ceiling. I am speaking to a highway patrolman. He and I know that I am on the right side and it is OK for me to have a rifle. I’m wondering if the gun will fit back here without getting hit by the door when I close it. I push it further into the packed items.

Snap. My friend Bubba is driving the truck. It has a front and back seat in the cab. I’m in the back seat. There are several random, unspecified people in the cab. We are going on an adventure, possible involving camping. We are going north, somewhere cold. Bubba looks over his shoulder to ask me how I’m doing. He says we can stop here because there is a (don’t remember name) and there is another one further past our destination. I tell him to just go on. It is getting later in the evening but still light outside. After awhile I ask him how much further because I may need to use the bathroom. He says 142 miles (I think. Or an hour and 42 minutes, maybe). He pulls in to a gas station.