charlie (photo session), canon digital rebel xti
I had a dream last night that I was sitting on a velvet couch at a cafe. My mind was interlaced with the book I was reading and the table in front of me to the left. There was a male psychic giving a reading to a woman. He had long gray hair and a peppered beard. I thought I remember him wearing a cloak.
My head was down and I heard him say in my direction;
"Excuse me, ma'am..." in an authoritative voice.
I looked up at him and he was pointing at me with white gloves on. He asked;
"How old are you?"
and simultaneously, he answered his own question with "37".
"Well, not really", I replied..."I'll be 37 in a few weeks."
He then said;
"You're going to have a baby."
I felt my eyes get larger and my mouth slightly open. The woman he was giving the reading to jerked her head my way with a huge smile. But he didn't smile. He had such a serious look on his face, almost exasperated, like he knew that he would have to convince me.
"You'll need to take care of that round belly of yours and make sure to keep it in there for 9 or 10 months."
Then he turned around and went about the reading with this woman. I sat there stunned. How could this man even know my story? Something deep inside me didn't question this gift. I knew I needed this reassurance so badly. I knew I needed it now in particular, as I have been feeling myself slip into sorrow and impatience.
As I gathered my things and brushed crumbs off of my skirt, I walked over to their table and put my hand on his shoulder. Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt like if I didn't say what I wanted to say in a quick fashion, I would have fell to my knees with weepy gratitude.
"You have no idea how much I needed to hear this...thank you."
I saw a kindness fill up in his eyes that slightly washed away the abrasiveness I first felt from him. As I walked away, I heard his last words trail after me...
"This child is going to be very special, you know."
And I walked away knowing. Knowing that this must be the reason why our baby is taking so long to get here. There must be a specific purpose to their life.
I know this was a dream but rarely do I remember my wild dreams each night with such detail. I still can see this mans face so clearly. I still can feel the myriad of emotions I felt while sitting on that velvet couch. And I still believe what I felt walking out of that coffee shop. The reassurance from his words didn't fade away as I opened my eyes to stare at the indigo walls in our bedroom this morning.