Heard a story told of how a preacher would talk about how his wife would wake him up in the middle of the night and say to him, “I hear something downstairs. Go check it out.”
Over and over she would do this, and he never, ever found a thing downstairs. But she would wake him in the middle of the night, get him up at all hours, to go downstairs and check it out.
One night he grabbed the baseball bat as usual, and went down the stairs and low and behold, he found this stranger standing in his kitchen. Bold as all get out, an intruder in his house. So he said, “Listen, I am not going to call the cops if you do one thing.”
And the intruder said, “Okay, what is it?”
The preacher said, “I just want you to come upstairs with me for one minute. There is someone up there that has been wanting to meet you all her life.”
I should be so lucky.
The other night, I am lying in the bed, everything is cool, four AM in the morning and the wife violently shakes me saying ……. “Wake up! Wake up!” and I come alive and say, “What’s up? Smell smoke? Noise, what is going on?”
Then she sez ……… “I have dream. We are in middle of Arizona desert, you drive off and leave me!”
So as much as I cannot believe she has woken me up in the middle of a sound sleep I reply, “Oh hell woman, go back to sleep, I will drive back there and pick you up!”
Most likely she would have been alright … Most sand storms only last about an hour so I have been told.
Like I said … I should be so lucky.
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