Last night, Ruby dreamed a funky dream.
“I had the strangest dream,” she said, looking over at me after a bite of pancake.
“I dreamed about a big red lollipop,” she said.
I’m with you, Rubious. Lollipops *are* scary.
“Well, the praying mantis laid eggs on my leg.” She pulled up her pajama pant leg to show me exactly where.
“They hatched. And the big red lollipop showed up.”
Ruby turned her brown eyes to me. Was I still following?
Barely, my girl, just barely. I sipped my coffee and held on for the ride.
“It opened it’s mouth, shaped like a square. It had no eyes. It was as tall as the house!”
“It said, ‘I’m gonna get you!'”
It’s on now.
“Did it hop, or run after you?” Details, details. I needed to know.
“It sprouted legs and ran after me. Its stick split, that’s how. Then its arms swung up, like this,” she said, snapping her arms level with each shoulder. She resembled a crucifix.
“I said, ‘Go back into the portal!’ He said, ‘Oh, man!’ and walked into it.” Ruby hopped up. She mimed the lollipop’s walk of defeat, head down and eyes on the ground.
“Then he was gone.”
Ruby has some imagination. Probably not helped by watching Adventure Time before she goes to bed.
For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. – Ephesians 6:12