Three things you should know about me to help this story make more sense: I have intense leg cramps in my sleep, I am a sleepwalker and my grandparents are often still in my thoughts.
Last night I had the same dream I always have about being shot. It is an intense and frightening dream that recurs often, about the first time in my life I had ever had a gun pointed at me. The dream almost never deviates from its normal run. I am working delivery gas behind a store in Macon, when a car pulls up and a man gets out and points a gun at me. As we argue, he lowers the gun and I turn to run away from him and I hear gunshots and then feel massive pain in my leg.
At this point in this particular dream I normal awaken with a throbbing and painful cramp in my left leg, last night I didn’t wake.
Last night the dream continued.
I was desperately trying to run away from the mad man who I could hear yelling at me, shouting that he would kill me. As I ran the pain in my leg was so great that I fell over and lay in the middle of the street waiting for the man to catch me and finish the job.
I felt someone grab my leg and gently but firmly start rubbing it and slowly the pain started to ease. As I raised my head to look around I found I was no longer in the streets of Macon but rather I was on the floor of my Grandparent’s home.
A familiar, soft and gentle voice told me to “calm down man, I have you. Everything is alright.”, I looked over my shoulder and saw my Pawpaw (Grandfather) kneeling over me and rubbing the pain out of my leg.
As he smiled at me I started to feel the dream slipping away from me and try as I might to hold on to it, I awoke.
I was lying on the floor of my bedroom facing the portrait I keep there of my grandfather from his days in the Army.
It seems our heroes and angels never stop looking out for us.
Happy Memorial Day Pawpaw, thank you.
