If you were unfortunate enough to have read my last post in the three hours since I published it, I’m sorry. I was very grumbly. It’s now 8:45 am, and I feel better. After my snack, I went back to bed and fell asleep almost immediately, and I began having the most wonderful dream that I was riding a waterslide. It was really long; the whole ride from start to finish took about five or six minutes. It was a fast slide, and it had some pretty intense moments, too, including entire sections where you had to hold your breath because you were completely submerged. But during those sections, you were still rushed along pretty swiftly by jets and currents underneath you. And at the bottom, you could take an elevator back up to the top and ride the slide again, without having to wait in a line! It was heavenly.

I love waterslides - I always have. The freedom that you feel as you’re sliding, with the water surrounding you, the wind in your face, and the sun beating down on you, is one of my all-time favorite adventures. I obviously haven’t ridden one in quite awhile, and it will probably be awhile before I can ride one again. But God gave me a dream of waterslides, and my dreams are so vivid that I often feel as though I’ve actually experienced whatever it is I’m dreaming of. It was a lovely way to fall back to sleep, and a lovely way to wake up - I could still feel the water rushing below me and around me.

I definitely see a trip to Schlitterbahn in my future sometime this summer….