A Little Perspective

Has anyone read, "Voyage of the Dawn Treader" in the Chronicles of Narnia series? It is by far my favorite of all them. There are 2 scenes in the book that are my favorite. The first one is when the ship that is sailing to the ends of the earth comes and travels into a Darkness. They then pick up an old man who is running from the island in the middle of the Darkness who informs everyone on board the ship that he has just been saved from the Island where dreams come true. Everyone becomes excited and exclaims how they have this dream that they hope comes true. Here is how the old man replies:

"Fools!" said the man, stamping his foot with rage. That is the
sort of talk that brought me here, and I'd better have been drowned or never
born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams--dreams, do you
understand--come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams"

The response is panic aboard the ship:

"For it had taken everyone just that half-minute to remember
certain dreams they had had-dreams that make you afraid of going to sleep
again--and to realize what it would mean to land on a country where dreams come
true."

I have had really bad dreams lately. Scary dreams that relate to the pregnancy and about work. It has been a rough few weeks at work and today was the cumulative affect that made for a really, really, really awful day. So stressful that I started to have Braxton-hicks contractions. I wandered through the whole day praying for peace and thinking it was so awful and dreading the next day. When I was driving home I remembered this book with this particular chapter and went to read it over. I found the last part of the chapter a bit of a comfort.

"In a few moments the darkness turned into a grayness ahead, and
then, almost before they dared to begin hoping, they had shot out into the
sunlight and were in the warm, blue world again. And all at once everybody
realized that there was nothing to be afraid of and never had been."

A good friend e-mailed me. The husband took me to dinner. Now life doesn't seem as dire and my body is starting to calm down. I don't have gestational diabetes and the long drawn out process that I went through the last week of fasting and get poked with needles doesn't seem so bad.
I just needed a little perspective. That's all. We'll see what tomorrow holds.