No, Lyle is not Lehi, or Pharaoh, or (thank goodness) even Fantine from Les Miserables. He did, however, dream a dream.
He woke up with a start at about 3:00 in the morning. In the dream that roused him, he saw that our basement was flooding, our sump pump was broken, and water was lapping up near our raised, newly purchased, oh-so-pricey heater. He was so troubled by the clarity of the dream that he knew he'd never get back to sleep if he didn't go investigate.
Our "basement" is really a glorified crawl space about 7 feet tall that you can access only by removing a heavy hatch which is set into the floorboards of our back porch. In his robe, braving the cold, wet morning, he took off the hatch, shined his flashlight down the stairs, and saw the exact image of his dream......a completely flooded crawl space, a broken sump pump, and water rising dangerously close to our heating system. It was a long, wet morning, but all is well and we are deeply grateful.
All of the children were impressed by Lyle's dream, but it was Cholita who shared the experience with her class, saying that she was thankful for Heavenly Father's help in saving our heater. She also now looks at her father with a sense of awe and feels comforted that he will be warned in the event of family danger. "Mom," she said very seriously while we were driving in the car, "If Dad ever dreams that a tiger is in our house, eating the kids, make sure he wakes up!"
Will do. But if he has a Lehi moment and dreams that our family should leave our house, travel in the wilderness and live in a tent?
I'll tell him to go back to sleep.