Tickled

It was not that he did not dream, it was that he rarely if ever remembered his dreams. Some mornings he would waken with the script from the nights drama on the tip of his tongue, however the memory would always fade with the rising sun.

Which is what made this morning so remarkable. He had not only had a dream but he awoke with the memory intact.

This dream was like no other dream.

This dream had the power to change his life and the way he looked upon the world and for that matter all of God's creation.

This dream actually involved God herself.

Surprisingly, at least to him, the dream was neither solemn nor serious although it did manage to convey what could be labeled a truth.

In the dream he found himself walking down a deserted beach. The sun was a brilliant yellow and sky was so blue it hurt my eyes.

As he walked he listened to the song of the gulls as they soared upon the warm summer breeze. He watched as the waves rushed in to greet the sand.

He embraced a sense of peace that he rarely found in his waking world.

In the distance he became aware of another walker slowly making their way towards him.

As the figure drew closer he was forced to shade his eyes from the glow that seemed to surround the stranger.

However when they drew abreast he realized he had known her for an eternity. His soul cried out with joy for he was in the presence of God.

A thousand questions ran through his mind but he gave voice to none of them. He was speechless and for that matter thoughtless. He could not even form a sentence.

Before he could give voice to questions or confusions God spoke.

"I know what you are thinking and God's gender is not important. I chose to appear in your dream as I am but this is not my normal appearance."

"As to why I am visiting you in your dream my reasons are simple. Angels are not ticklish and I had the urge to tickle someone."

With that God reached out and tickled him until he was rolling in the sand laughing like there was no tomorrow. He laughed until tears were streaming down his face and he was gasping for air. Finally with a small sigh God stopped tickling him, smiled and headed off in the direction from which she had come.

She stopped for a moment, turned and spoke to him one last time.

"I am not really as solemn as most of humanity makes me out to be. I love to laugh, sing and dance. Besides there is nothing I enjoy more than a good tickle."

With that God faded into the distance and he awoke with his soul still smiling.