The Dream Elf Connection: When Mr. Woody helped Lily turn a Windmill

Mr. Woody is a dream elf and the creation of Lily, an AB Girl with a vivid imagination. As she dreamt more and more, Mr. Woody became her counselor, her friend and her creation.

This is the story of the night he helped Lily to make sense of tilting like a windmill.

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The week was almost over and Lily couldn’t wait for it be done.  She had spent the past few days in a hospital receiving treatment for her condition.  The week was made easier by her roommate Annie, a girl who had the same condition as she.   

Lily awoke in the middle of the night.  A slight pain in her back had become a little bigger.  She sat up, letting her legs dangle over the side of the bed.  She turned and leaned her head to the left and then to the right, working out a kink.  Twisting her shoulders left and then right, she turned her torso, cracking her spine.

“Are ye done with all dat now,” a voice said in the darkness of the room.

Lily spun around, putting one leg back up on the bed and looking over at Annie who was fast asleep, illuminated by the light coming from the opened door to their room.  Then her eyes focused on the dark areas in the room.

“Zeke? Is that you?” she asked.

“No, no, no,” the voice replied as a tiny little elf walked from the shadows into the light.  “Unless, I’ve grown a wee bit recently an’ lost all me good looks.”

“Mr. Woody!”  Lily screamed out, only to hush herself to a whisper for fear of waking up Annie.  “Mr. Woody.”

“Now, now, LilyGirl,” Mr. Woody said, hopping up onto her hospital bed.  “If dere’s anything I’ve taught ye, it’s thet no one can hear ye when ye do yer dreamin’ with me.”

“I like that part a lot,” Lily said, bouncing up and down with excitement to see him before picking him up and hugging him.

“Okay, okay, now,” Mr. Woody struggled to say because of her squeeze.  “Set me down an’ let me get a good look at ye.”

She set him down on the bed and got up, walking over into the light and twirling around.  Mr. Woody smiled at her ever-present cheeriness.

“Well, ye haven’t lost yer spirit,” he said as she laughed and ran back up onto the bed, plopping down beside him.  “And ye haven’t lost dat gigglin’ thing ye do, neither.”

“Of course not.  I’m a girl,” she responded with a smile.

“Dat ye are,” Mr. Woody said, jumping down to the floor.  “Come with me.  Let’s go fer a walk.”

Lily got off the bed and walked over to him, taking his hand and following him out the door.

“Ah, me.  I’ve never really fancied medicine houses,” he said, walking out of her room and looking both left and right down the hallway. 

“It hasn’t been so bad,” Lily replied, pausing then to think about the treatment and its aftermath.  “Then again … it hasn’t been so good either. … But I did meet Annie.”

“Dat’s true an’ hasn’t she been a lot of fun?” he asked.

“I don’t think I would’ve made it through this week without her,” Lily admitted as they started walking down the hall and past the nurses’ station.  “So where are we going?”

“Tell me somethin’, LilyGirl,” he said.  “What is de most adorable thing yev ever seen in yer life?”

They turned down a different wing, leading to a corridor of the hospital with glass windows showing into different rooms.

“Uh, babies,” Lily answered, stopping dead in her tracks, realizing that Mr. Woody didn’t bring anything up that didn’t have some sort of relevance in her life.  “I’m not pregnant, am I?”

No, LilyGirl.  Yer not havin’ a baby,” Mr. Woody said as Lily sighed her relief.  “But why do ye tink yev made de choices ye hev in yer life?”

Lily paused to think about the answer.

“Because of my childhood, my father?” she guessed.  “No wait!  It’s my heart.  Yes, that’s it.  I have an innocent heart. … Is any of that the right answer?”

“Only ye can answer dat question, LilyGirl,” Mr. Woody replied as he stopped at one window and looked into the room.

Lily turned and looked into the room.  They were in the maternity wing and the room they were looking into was the newborn room.

“Are you sure I’m not pregnant?”  Lily asked.

“No, LilyGirl.  Ye won’t be a mother just yet,” Mr. Woody said.  “But yev had babies on yer mind, hevn’t ye?”

“Yes,” Lily admitted.

“And yer father, too,” he added.  “Yev been worryin’ about de next time yer fella guy an’ yer father come face-te-face.”

“Yes,” Lily admitted.

“Ye saw de way he reacted te dat nurse an’ now yer startin’ te worry about his temper,” Mr. Woody said.  “But ye needn’t worry about dat.  He protects ye with his life, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.  Sometimes I think he goes overboard, but I know he means well,” Lily answered.

“Keep dat in mind,” Mr. Woody said.  “It will come into play before long.”

“What do you mean?”  Lily asked.

“Dat’s all I can say about dat right now,” Mr. Woody said.  “But remember: he’s made a promise te take care of ye forever.  … And he will. … LilyGirl, dere was somethin’ else ye wanted te ask me, wasn’t dere?”

“Yes,” Lily answered, trying to figure out why his answers were obscure.  “I’ve been dreaming about windmills.  Why have I been doing that?”

“Windmills, huh?” Mr. Woody asked back.  “Now dat’s a tricky one.  Let’s see.  A windmill spins in a circle. An’ what does a windmill make when it spins?”

“Uh … wind?” she asked, giggling at her silly answer.  “I don’t know.  What does it make?”

“Energy,” Mr. Woody answered while laughing at her answer.  “An’ yes, it does make wind as well.”

“So I’ve been dreaming about making energy?” Lily asked.

“Maybe yev been thinking about de things dat are constant in yer life,” Mr. Woody said.

“Like my sister, or Zeke … ?” Lily guessed, smiling a silly smile as she continued.  “My diapers, my crib, my pacifiers, my littleness?”

“I tink de point might be constant motion,” Mr. Woody replied.

“So what does that mean?” Lily asked.

“Ye’ll find out, LilyGirl.  Sooner den ye tink,” he answered.  “An’ I’ll see ye again, very soon.”

“Is it time for me to go all ready?” Lily asked as she knelt down to him.

“Fer now.  Ye may want te take a gander at Animal Farm an’ Man of La Mancha,” Mr. Woody said, placing his finger to her forehead as she closed her eyes.  “Stay pure, LilyGirl.”

He touched her forehead and she instantly woke up with a thought in mind that would remain with her for the rest of the next day.  Luckily, it did.

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This Dream comes from:

Zeke and Lily - Ever AfterZeke and Lily: Ever After

The Holiday Season has arrived and Lily is filled with the joys of Christmas. She and Zeke spend the holidays with an assortment of eclectic friends. They find out that having friends, through the good times and the bad is a blessing in disguise.

With Yuletide in full bloom, Lily and Zeke deal with a serious and dangerous adjustment to her medical treatment, pregnancy, emergency trips to the hospital, a rather heated return from her abusive father and a secret Christmas Wish that Lily desperately prays to come true.

Spend their Christmas with Zeke and Lily, in this, the 5th story in their saga.

Knowing for certain has never felt so good.
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The Zeke and Lily Saga
Zeke and Lily: Once Upon a Beginning Zeke and Lily: Overnight Zeke and Lily - Making a Memory Zeke and Lily - Her Diary Zeke and Lily - Ever After Zeke and Lily - Dream Catching Zeke and Lily - Resolutions Part One Zeke and Lily - Resolutions Part Two Zeke and Lily - By Summer's End Zeke and Lily - For A LifeTime

 Book 1  Book 2  Book 3 Book 4   Book 5   Book 6  Book 7  Book 8  Book 9 Book 10 Book 11

Also attached to this series is: Aria and the CountrySide

Taking place simultaneously with the end of book 6.

And: The Story of Lucy

Taking place years later.


If you like Zeke and Lily’s saga, I would also recommend:

The Mia Series and The Country Rose Series

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