George, the love of my life, was a utility worker, climbing power poles 40-50 hours a week. Or at least he did until he was thrown from a 40-foot height by a power surge. Landing on the lawn, George’s body smoked from the electricity that put him into a coma.
It had been six months. George’s EEGs showed a lot of brain activity. The printouts showed active R.E.M. sleep much of every day. This meant that George was dreaming – a lot. I had to find a way to reach him before his body started to deteriorate.
By either chance or serendipity I’d gone to a presentation on essential oils a few months ago and continued to be amazed at the number of remedies claimed by them. They say one’s sense of smell is so powerful that it transcends time and space as it calls forth memories. Being an out-of-the-box thinker, my mind jumped out to the question: what if it can reach into the dream world as well? I wondered if I could get the message to George’s subconscious and wake him from his coma!
Once the idea presented itself to me it became an exercise in pragmatic application. What scent would it be and how would I get it to him? As George was the love of my life, the oil blend would need to remind him of love. That old song, “Love Potion #9” came to mind. I remembered reading “love potion” recipes in the essential oil book. I would create a love potion blend and use it to draw my love back to me from the dream world.
It took a little time and effort to gather the necessary oils. Once they were blended, I had to find a way to deliver them. I used a three-pronged approach. I set up an essential oil diffuser in George’s hospital room, where his body would breathe in the potion. Then I doused myself in it before going to bed. Over the years I had learned to lucid dream. Once I fell asleep, I began to write a letter to George, telling him how much I loved him and missed him. I put drops of the potion on the letter and sealed it up. Then I sprouted wings and went looking for him to deliver it.
It was a long way over varied terrain, but finally I saw a blue, red, and yellow flame glowing from a cave entrance high in the mountains. I sensed that’s where George was and landed on the cave ledge. I had to crawl through the opening to get inside. There he was, asleep in a bearskin by the fire. I whispered in his ear, “Come back to me, my love.” and left the letter in his right hand.
I woke up and the sun was shining. I hurried and drank coffee, showered, and got to the hospital. Impatient for the elevator, as it took forever, I rushed out and down the hospital corridor to the coma unit. George’s bed was empty! I rushed to the nurse’s station, out of breath, and asked Susie, the nurse, “Where is George!?”
“Lisa, you aren’t going to believe it, but George awoke from his coma last night! We moved him to the rehab unit on the 5th floor.”
I ran to the elevator again and was kissing dear George’s face in 5 minutes. The look on his face was of wondrous surprise. He pointed to the pad of paper and pen. I gave it to him and he wrote, in very shaky writing, “I found your letter in my dream.”
Paula Light is the host of Thursday Inspiration. Paula says:
This week’s theme is potion and the picture is [above.] Here is the song snippet from “Love Potion No. 9” recorded by the Searchers in 1964:
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said “What you need is love potion number nine”
Thank you Paula, for the wonderful prompt!