Return of the Strange Dreams

The strange dreams are back. And they have a consistent theme this time.

This past Saturday, Steve, a colleague of mine, and I tag-teamed in officiating a funeral for a woman I’d only met twice. But from everything I heard, she was a wonderful woman. The two nights leading up to the service, I had very concerning dreams that I was stepping up to a podium at a funeral home. I realized as I was walking up the steps that I did not prepare a message. And I’d forgotten to bring the obituary to read. I’ve had dreams like this before, usually a night or two before a funeral. But never two nights in a row like this.

Then, last night, I had a dream that I was returning to Philmont Scout Ranch to hike with a crew as an Advisor again. It was a last-minute decision and I was completely unprepared. I didn’t even have a flashlight with me. We didn’t have an itinerary picked before we arrived and I found out that we were assigned the most difficult trek imaginable, which included hiking up Baldy Mountain two separate times.  And I hadn’t done any physical preparation so as I took my first step on the trek, I suddenly had this fear that I wasn’t in the shape I should be for such a journey. So I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make it up Baldy. In fact, I thought I was going to die there.

I’m guessing I’m feeling unprepared for things? Maybe under-equipped? I’m not sure. What do you think?

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Howdy. I'm Matt Todd. My wife and I have four kids and a dog,. I'm passionate about orphan care. I'm a die-hard fan of the Evansville Aces, the Indiana Hoosiers, and Star Wars. I'm trying to live life by the Todd family motto: "It behooves us to live!"
Jessica Cabiness

That’s probably it:) But flying by the seat of your pants sometimes has to be the way to function with three kids! I have a recurring dream that I’m in some non-specific dangerous situation and I keep trying to dial 911 or call someone and I can’t dial the right numbers. I always wake up all panicky.