I’d like you to know something about me. I dream. I dream
vivid dreams. I dream in color. I dream crazy things, and I dream beautiful
things. I am not talking about the kind of dreams that are inspired in my
consciousness, but the ones that happen somewhere in the REM cycle. And ready
for this, I believe God often speaks to me in my dreams.
Often when I have dreams which are significant – they occur
more than once and I can still picture today in detail, what these dreams were.
Sometimes, I am not sure if it was a dream, or something that really happened,
because the detail was so vivid and familiar. It helps that I write my dreams
down, and then I know they were dreams…..and not a recollection of an actual
experience. I think this is a blessing, though odd at times, a blessing because
of my relationship with my God. I’d like to tell you about a dream I had over
three weeks ago.
I was riding in an old
truck. I wasn’t the one driving the truck but someone I knew. I cannot identify
who it was. Sitting on my right was one of my sons. At this point in the dream,
I don’t know who it is, but I know he’s my son. We are riding down a dirt road
with a hillside on our right and a beautiful green river on the left. The river
was an unusual color of green. Almost like an antique milk glass green. The
water was opaque and running swiftly. I kept my eye on the water as it was so
beautiful.
The driver of the
truck and I were talking about ideas and plans. I don’t know quite what it was –
but the kind of conversation where we were headed in the same direction.
Bouncing ideas back and forth and getting excited about our discussion. Then there
was a turning point in the conversation.
I am not sure what was
said, but it became clear, I wasn’t in agreement with something the driver had
suggested. And it was clear, he wasn’t happy about it. As he looked at me with
anger in his eyes, he carefully laid the truck into the river. It wasn’t a
crash, but an intentional laying down the truck into the river.
(One of the things I am fearful of is drowning in a body of
water, as a result of being stuck in a vehicle.)
The next thing I
remember, my son, who I can now identify as my youngest son Andrew, and I were
on top of the water, floating in the river. The truck was sinking and I no
longer saw the driver. I remember thinking, “What just happened?” I knew however, that Andrew and I were ok –
in that beautiful GREEN RIVER. Then I woke up.
If you take a look at the biblical symbolism of the elements
in the dream, you will find some interesting things. (Elements being the
driver, family, accident, the river, the green color) Here is my take.
I was riding along with someone else in control – with someone
I am responsible for, family, by my side. We were at the mercy of the driver.
When the driver became unhappy that I couldn’t agree, he took me to one of my
greatest fears and attempted to destroy me and my family. The driver had no
idea he was laying me into the hands of the Father, the Holy Spirit washing
over me with joy, comfort, peace and hope. We were going to be ok.
I believe this dream to be a message to me, and I hope
encouragement to you. When you submit your life to the hands of your Creator –
even in your deepest fears, he will bring your comfort and beauty.
