What’s the point?

It’s 3:11 a.m.  I just woke from a dream.  My experience with dreams is they pretty much evaporate with the light.  Even a nightlight will zap a dream.   Poof, gone.

Here clear as day one minute. Then (zap) gone.

What I do recall is the gist of the dream was “purpose”.  My purpose.  As I age I have become entrenched in the notion we were all made for a reason.  I don’t know my reason.  I don’t need to know.  I just need to trust and (blindly) move forward when I hear/see/sense the whisper.

A power–God/Universe/Spirit in the Sky/Giant Cosmos Smarty Pants is in charge.

Just dug up the song playing at the edge of my mind.

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best

Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
That’s where you’re gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You’re gonna go to the place that’s the best

Never been a sinner I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up with
The spirit in the sky
Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Go to the place that’s the best

I can, as if through a giant time machine microscope, remember Robbie Jones dancing to this song.  Thanks, Universe, for that delightful memory.  Robbie was the U of D drum major.  We dated for a year or so. I was smitten.  He, I later learned, was gay.  What a delight he was. God/Universe/Spirit in the Sky/Giant Cosmos Smarty Pants created marvelous  Robbie.  He was a brilliant light in the world for a short time.  Died of AIDS.  I love to imagine he is dancing on the other side.

Robbie was here for a reason.  I dunno’ that reason.  Maybe to enlighten me? ( Golly, is it all about you, Alice?)

I plan to toddle back to bed.  I hope the evasive “what’s my purpose” dream comes back to me. I’d like to see the ending.

But the ending doesn’t matter.  I know I was created for a reason by a power as strong as God/Universe/Spirit in the Sky/Giant Cosmos Smarty Pants.  Delicious to fall back on that and simply trust. Yay!  Let me give up the steering wheel. I’m a dreadful driver.

God/Universe/Spirit in the Sky/Giant Cosmos Smarty Pants….go for it.  I am in your hands.