I was about 2 1/2 years old when I dreamt a dream that has stuck with me all this time. I was fearful at that time, I imagine, because I was getting ready to go in for surgery. I imagine I had heard my doctor talking with my parents about the particulars of a tonsilectomy. Since I had life-threatening illnesses that the medical world had tagged to my tonsils, it was, apparently, imperative to have them removed. I imagine for a child so young that the idea of “going to sleep and feeling nothing but when you wake up your throat will be sore” is scary. Heck! When I had my tonsils out the second time (welcome to my life) when I was seventeen, I was terrified!
At any rate, I was tiny and afraid. The night before my surgery, a pink, animated, stuffed elephant appeared to me in my dreams. This elephant stood as tall as me on its hind legs and spoke to me in quiet, loving tones. I remember hearing him say, “It’s okay, Angie. I’m here with you and I will keep you safe.”
Apparently my guardian angel is a personified Loony Toon.
