Madonna Love

Woah! Dreams can be bizarre! I only remember a snippet of this dream I was having last night, but it was vivid.

I walked into this big open room. It was somewhat rustic, not brightly lit, and had a nice ambiance. There was an 'Upper Room' sort of feel to it. I think it had wooden floors, and there was a dining room sized table on the left as I walked in. It was coffee table height, and there were a number of people seated cross-legged on the floor behind it against the wall. One of them, the one at the far end, was Madonna.

I walked in with a few other people (no idea who), and began to wander to the right of another large table with chairs around it in the middle of the room. Suddenly, Madonna, having become aware of the shift in social dynamics, and of a vague sense of awkwardness, jumped up to greet us. She came around the table in pursuit of one of the newly arrived guests. Unaware of her approach, and apparently preoccupied with something else, they made their unconscious escape. That left me as a more convenient target. She quickly altered her course and headed for me. I think she may have uttered something to reveal to anyone who was in the vicinity the essence of the thought process leading to her change in direction. I don't recall precisely, but, in any event, she was soon upon me and enveloped me in a warm and lingering embrace. In fact, it was so lingering, that as we embraced we began to sway and, leaning over in a gravity-defying fashion, first in her direction, we began a slow, dance-like rotation. I felt an overwhelming feeling of love, peace, acceptance and intimatacy that my soul soaked in like the foam-lipped sheets of ocean tides into the sandy shore.

Somehow out of that moment a melody formed in my head (and may have also found an audible expression...not sure) that was one of those inspired licks, that have in the past, propelled me out of bed to find a recording device. It had a very compelling bit that detoured for one note into a minor key in such a way that it remained harmonic, but nevertheless toyed with one's sense of the expected. It was definitely a keeper. But in the fleeting moment of transition, from the clarity of the dream, to an awareness that another more tangible reality existed in the comfort and warmth of my bed and my loving wife whose body lay snuggled up nearby, the tune evaporated. Lost until eternity, when all the desires of my heart shall be granted, lost memories will be restored (in perfect context), and the bliss of that embrace will be like a dream from which I will never awaken.

Psalm 37