Little did I know that it would become a metaphor for my life and the title of my next book.
The first night I arrived home I slept like a rock. When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing. Loudly.
I looked out the bedroom window and was astonished to see that the white picket fence normally surrounding the front of our house was gone! Vanished! I could see the holes where the posts had been stuck in the ground, but the yard was wide open, expansive and inviting.
How could someone steal an entire picket fence? I thought to myself, and how could I not have heard them do it?
I went back to sleep, incredulous at these turn of events.
When I awoke again, I rushed to the window once more to see if the fence was still missing.
Of course, it was there.
It was never gone.
I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it for a very long time.
I realized that I had experienced a dream, a very VIVID dream. It was so real to me, I was shaken for most of the day every time I thought about it.
Then realized what a gift it was.
You don’t have to be Freud to figure this one out.