Dreams

I was about to start a new thread and then I found I had actually shared one of my dreams before. It has surprisingly been a fast couple of years.

I have a couple of dreams to share. Like I have stated previously, I dream a lot, but not about much. Lately I have been having in excess of 5-6 dreams a night of barely any remembrance in the morning. Sometimes something will happen that I read or and trying to remember a number or scripture in the dream but can't recall it back in my awake state.

I have also started having snippets in my dreams where it isn't part of a longer dream, but just a smaller image. I don't generally write down anything about my dreaming, but the dreams that I am unsure of the meanings, I do ask for guidance in understanding.

I will probably have to write down a few of them that I have yet to share as one was featured in the other and some I have yet to fully understand.

Significant dream #1:

Shared previously in this thread

Significant dream #2:

I am in my home. It is early morning and I am getting my kids ready for school. Instead of the sky beginning to brighten in the first daylight (we live quite far north, so part of the year, it is dark in the morning when we get ready and the other part of the year- now- there is light until well after 11:00pm and it begins again before 4:00am), the sky changes from pitch black to a blood red color where the sun should be rising. It expands the brightness of the red just like how the light grows as the sun rises. But it doesn't get brighter. Soon the whole sky is a deep red color, but I can't see the sun or where the sun has risen to make this colour. There is essentially no sun, just the angry red colour.

I am looking out my eastern facing windows across the field at this sky. Before I have a chance to speak or process what I am seeing, I see a meteor (like a large falling star) come from high in the sky in the east and quickly fall and land in the north east. (this feature again in another dream)

My feelings before I woke up were of being afraid and dread of evil. I was speaking in my head of why I was seeing the star fall. In the dream I knew that Satan had arrived and I was speaking in panic in my head that "we are not supposed to be here to see this". I then woke up.


Significant Dream #3&4

There were both short dreams. Not entirely sure of all the imagery I saw or what led into dreaming about these things in the context of my dream progression, so I don't have a long story to share about them.

#3 I was looking for a new church to attend. I was traveling as I wasn't in my hometown. But yet my aunt was also in the dream but we weren't traveling together. It was a larger church and I thought it would be what would provide me with what I need from a church family. There was a scripture at the front of the sanctuary (of which I have tried to find or figure out). In the dream I could read the chapter and verse reference but couldn't recall them later when I woke up. The scripture was on the seven spirits. It was the motto of the church and that is what they strived for, so that is why I thought it would be a good fit for me in my dream. (I am relaying feeling in a dream into words- bear with me- it might not make sense)

But as the service progressed, I saw my aunt, she was trying this church out too. It would be quite a drive for us to attend (2 hours) so it was unusual that we were so unhappy with the offering of our local churches that we would be traveling this distance to go to a church.

The service was like being at a concert. It was dimly lit and people were really getting into the worship. It didn't take long before the worship was still going on, but they were flipping the sanctuary over for a fellowship potluck. The chairs around me were removed, a large table set up and the ladies were bowing down and worshipping with the music and prayer but doing so in the direction of the food on the table. Inside my felling was that I didn't like that they were worshipping the food and that this made me sad as I had thought I had found a place I could go to church, but was sad as this was still not the place for me.


In dream 4, I am shopping at a larger grocery store with great produce. I can see some beautiful figs in a basket on a very high shelf that I cannot reach without assistance but there is no one around to help me. The figs are still green but I know they are very good and I would like to buy them. I am a little frustrated that no one is around to help me reach them and that the only way to them is to go behind a counter area where it is staff only. I think that if they wanted to sell these amazing figs, they should have them easier for the customers to be able to access on their own amd not be so high up that they are almost at the ceiling. I am looking around for someone to help and contemplating going where I am not supposed to be (behind the counter) when I wake up.

Significant Dream #5:

Dream 5 was yesterday. I have been praying about receiving a dream and I believe that God answered some of my questions in this dream but that there is still things I am figuring out from it. I will just post it in this post amd do a separate post regarding my interpretation.

In the dream I am on the deck outside my log home. There were two trees that were planted near the foundation of my home in the dream (not in real life) and I was reminiscing with my husband on how beautiful the one tree once was with many branches and how it provided shade to a good portion of the deck.

The other tree, although it didn't have many branches, it grew, but could have grown better if it had grown on a truer path. It had grown up alongside the house on a funny angle and didn't provide the comfort of shade on the deck. It was on the south side and should have grown many branches to provide shade but had not. Its leaves were really tiny and very high, it was a very tall tree, but no real branches typical of a trunk of that size.

Both trees has the deck built up around them and the deck wasn't interfering in their growth. In the dream, both trees were already cut down, but not by us. They were beginning to grow some tiny new leaves and branches from their stumps. The tress had both been cut them fairly high up (at least chest height) but the tree with branches had been cut down prior to the tree without good branches, but not much before. We discuss having someone come to beautify the stumps into being features on the deck.

We agree that my husband should call up his old friend to come do this. Amd the next scene is the friend creating some chain saw art on the stumps. The friend has no face that I see, and has been my husbands friend for a very long time, longer than his other friends. My husband has been friends with his best friend since they were 12/13 and this friendship was older than that.

First the stump of the tree without long branches was fashioned into a table base. The vision of the finished stump in my head was of a mosaic table top of stones in blue cobalt tones. It looked really pretty as a feature table next to the house on the deck. I could see that it was a great place to put a beverage and could picture a future use of having a cup on the table. The cup I saw was a wine goblet that I am not sure what it was made of. It looked carved or cast. It wasn't glass or plastic and looked old.

The chain saw guy took no break to start on the next table. It has some rot in the center so he carved it out and made it into a light. He made channels on four sides so that they spread out the center light. I saw the finished product as well where the light could even spin. There would be light on the deck at night with this lamp and it would be able to reach all corners of my deck because of the spinning feature. This tree was originally planted next to the electrical plug on the outside (south east corner) of the house, so it took no effort to plug in the light once the carving was completed. The light would also reach both the south and the east of my deck (deck is on two sides of house.)

After the carving I sat on the deck bench (in dream the deck was larger than it is to the east and the bench wasn't near the door to the north of it, but well on the east side, facing the house and west when sitting) to speak to my husbands friend. He was packing up all his chain saw attachements (like a giant sized dremel) and had a lot of hand powered tools as well. (really good saws with all sorts of teeth patterns) He asked my husband if he could give the tools to our daughter as he is getting older and needs to bestow them to someone. My husband said he would have to wait as she is only 8 and too young to safely operate a chain saw without being taught first. The friend was sad about this but could understand that she was too young. I then picked up a hand saw that was large to hold but amazing and easy to wield. I said that I could have really used this tool as the trees in my yard have dead branches and that although a chain saw would be faster, I could probably use the saw fast enough to cut down the dead branches and that would be better than still just having the dead branches in the trees. He nodded in understanding (although I never did picture his face). I never saw the dead branches being trimmed and he didn't give me use of the tool.

He then asked me a question about the screens on my home. He asked if I have screens. I was like "what, screens?". He replied "Screens on the windows to keep out the bugs.". I said that I do have screens on all the windows.

He then replied that there was a cloud/storm coming. You couldn't see it but you knew it was coming because of the red in the sky. He pointed and showed me the northeast sky. I couldn't really see the red he was talking about but I could see wave circles (picture a radio tower illustration waves) coming from that spot. I said that I should be taking a picture or video of this to share online as I haven't shared much of anything but my phone wasn't handy. I kept watching and commented to the friend that this is evil what they are doing and that they shouldn't be able to make those waves to push the storm/cloud to come faster. I felt that he agreed with me but he didn't say anything.

Just then, a meteor fell in the sky to the NNE, almost at true north. I said this isn't how it is supposed to happen, that I had seen this dream before and that wasn't where I saw the meteor fall in that one- the meteor fell more NE in that one. I got no response from anyone on the deck (my husband and some other people are on the deck with us, a small group but no one specific)

Immediately, fire set forth along the ground from where the meteor fell and it looked like it might spread to burn down our home, but in the dream the home was still the safest place for us. I was calling for them to come join me in the home as I went to go in the patio doors on the south side. I did not see if they came in the house through the east door. I had the feeling that the friend stood out to watch and didn't come inside.

Through the corner of my eye, I could see the black military vehicles coming down the highway that is near my home (and runs north/south) with the fire around them. They were evil and we needed to get in the house to not be seen by them. I could also hear a few notes of The Last Post on trumpet blaring from their speakers as they headed down the highway and got closer. They were also coming down my road from the west to the east to meet up at the crossing with the ones from the north; I saw them from this direction just before I entered the south patio doors.

I woke up before I entered the safety of my home.

I need to take a break today before I can write down some thoughts about these dreams.

Dreams are like that and it is interesting that you observed yourself from different perspectives.

Years ago I read a book by Theodore Reich and although his ideas about "Associative Threads" is perhaps outdated, he used that concept to show the associations between thoughts. As I recall, one associative thread links to multiple ideas and we tend to choose one of those ideas as the next associative thread in a never ending stream of associative thoughts. The problem then becomes the recall of the multiple associative threads that linked the thoughts together. It is all so highly complex and personal. However, if the associative threads that link the thoughts together can be uncovered then the entire stream of thought makes sense. However, it would probably be a 400 page book to write one dream with the associative threads included. Something like:

I was in my town with my children
associative thread: that street could be so dangerous
we began crossing the street
associative thread: it scares me
my legs would not work
associative thread: now what is that street going to do to me but cut my leg open
so I drug myself across the street and cut my leg open on the rocks
multiple associative threads: need a doctor, got in my car, the wreck with the Coke truck; that street is so dangerous and my children are there with me

Theodore Reich discovered something like the association between ones thoughts is the guide to behavior. As a result, he (Reich) helped a man discover the association between his compulsive cleanliness and the babysitter of his early childhood. She had taken care of him and made sure that he was clean and so forth. In memory of her love for him there was a connection to her in everything that he did. He missed her and kept her alive in his mind. That memory became the associative thread that dominated all his thoughts. So much that it was a debilitating compulsion to clean: his house, clothes, etc. As I recall, the man had forgot about the woman, his babysitter, until Reich helped him through psychoanalysis recover the memory of her. Once that was uncovered he could then understand his compulsion of cleanliness and correct that act. As I recall it solved the problem.

It seems to me that the street in you town is the associative thread throughout your dream as you pass from one thought to another. It is dangerous and concerns you to the point of causing an ongoing threat to you and your family in your dream. For example, the doctor that was no longer your doctor could not heal the leg and the surgeon could not immediately stop the bleeding caused by the street; and the threat of infection caused by the street, etc.

The solution is to find a safer method of crossing the street; it is to dangerous. Just get in the car and turn around in the parking-lot and park on the other side. The dream seems to be saying "I need to teach my children about these dangers and be a better example for them about crossing the street." The remainder of the dream seems to be connected by this one associative thread.

Post Script: One of my childhood friends was ran over by a semi-truck while crossing the street. Her name was Mavis Vanderslife and the truck drivers name was John Day. How can I remember that after so many years? I clearly remember the day that I was told of her death. She was waiting for the school bus like about 51 years ago. It was and is so sad.

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Thanks for your comment. My legs weren't hurt crossing the street, they were just dead weight. Like I was paralyzed from the waist down. It was my thumb that was cut. A tiny wound but it bled profusely.

I agree with the streets being life as prior to that point in the dream I was interacting with people that I interact with in life. Originally, I thought we had parked on the close side of the street but I saw my car was across the street. The pavement is sin. I didn't have to sin to cross the street, but I chose to as it was easier than traveling safely at the crosswalk.

Over two years ago, I had a dream and God spoke to me in that dream. For a long time, I held onto a belief that God would let my Grandma live a long life like her mother (into her 90s) and as such, would be around to be raptured like the rest of us who haven't died. In the dream, God spoke and chided me for my incorrect belief. Basically he told me that he could take my Grandma home whenever he chose to do so and that it was wrong of me to assume that she should be alive up until the rapture.

He then showed me speaking at her funeral as I was standing in our church and speaking to a full sanctuary and knew it was her funeral.

I woke up in the middle of the night and proceeded to write about my Grandma's faith and how it impacted me. I was very emotional and wept as I wrote about her. Within a few weeks, I took what I had written and shared it with her when I was visiting her. She had provided a bit of input into what I wrote and I wrote down some notes on another page in the notebook. I then put the notebook in a cupboard and there it sat.

A little less than a month ago, my Grandma suffered from a stroke. I wasn't happy when some of my family had decided to put her on a feeding tube. So I prayed that God would help to reverse that decision and that would let him take her home. Then they kept an IV in her. I then prayed that he would help them to realize that starving her for up to three months that it would potentially take for her to pass while on fluids wouldn't be in her best interest. Fortunately, decisions were made and she was able to pass away.

I didn't post for prayer because I was dealing with the dream and the potential of the dream coming to pass. I did a lot of personal prayer to align myself with what God wanted from me. While she was sick, I shared with my uncle that I had some stuff that may make an eulogy, after pulling out the notebook and rereading what I had, I didn't think my family would want to hear it. I told my uncle that the stuff I had wouldn't work, but if there was an open mic, I would consider sharing it.

After she passed, my uncle texted me and asked if I would do the eulogy. I told him I could and that it would be about her faith. For two weeks, I spent time in prayer, in memories and trying to write but writing wasn't easy. This past week I also suffered from poor health and my schedule was busy and I was getting stressed out but I kept faith that it would all come together because God had shown me that it would. I prayed a lot for help with writing and was also praising that I was able to write down so much two years ago because my writing just wasn't coming together how I wanted it to.

I had shared a rough draft (minus the ending) with my uncle in paper form as I hoped it wouldn't circulate that way. Unfortunately, I received an email back with edits made by my Mom (estranged) and a poorly written ending by my uncle. I couldn't bring myself to look at what they had sent me and had my husband look at it. I knew if I looked it would throw off what I was trying to accomplish with the eulogy. My husband wonderfully helped me the night before the funeral to edit my version and to help me with my ending. The ending I used was actually written in the notebook and I copied it word for word. I felt it wasn't quite right, but my husband said it was perfect so I went with it.

Yesterday was the funeral. It was a beautiful tribute to my Grandma and I was glad that the songs and the Pastor spoke to my Grandma believing in Jesus. I wastnt nervous about reading but everyone send to think I would need assistance or that I wouldn't be able to do it. I grew up very shy and my family seems to think I am still that person. Fortunately, God has helped me to overcome my shyness and I have spoken in the front of my church on other occasions like my Baptism. But they don't know that because they don't come to church.

I got up and read. I couldn't really look at the audience as I was afraid I would lose my place. I had written about 3500 words and it was actually about 18 minutes for me to read out loud when I practiced. (Apparently eulogy's should be more more than 8 minutes). As I read, my hands started to tremble even though I wouldn't say I was nervous. I didn't have butterflies but I did feel like the Holy Spirit was with me. It's hard to say as I didn't have time to think about how I felt because I was busy trying to read without making a mistake. (I did make one mistake when reading some of Psalm 103 near the end)

I shared how the life experiences of my Grandma shaped and honed her faith in Jesus. I shared stories that she shared with me that spoke to her faith. I shared how her faith impacted me and if it hadn't been for her faith I would have never came back to the faith. I shared how her faith ended up impacting the development of my own and how it led to my Baptism. And lastly I closed with:

"Our shared faith has bestowed on my a gift far greater than the stories I got to hear about her faith - a gift of eternal salvation in Christ Jesus."

My family that has turned their backs on God proceeded to use the open mic filling the eulogy to share light-hearted anacdotes. After the service, many people came up to me to congratulate me. I received compliments "It was the best eulogy they had ever heard", "You did an excellent job", etc. People even asked me for copies of it. One person who I know is a Christian, had tears streaming down her face when she thanked me for what I had said. She is close enough, so of course, I didn't take any credit but told her how it was all because of God.

I really don't know how my actual family took what I had said. I do not know who God wanted to speak to though me yesterday, but I know he wanted to use my Grandma and then me to open someone's heart towards him. So that is also what I was praying over the last two weeks, I let God know that I was willing to be used for his will and that I would deliver the eulogy he had inspired me to write.

I guess I am sharing this because this is the first dream that I can remember after dreaming that has come to pass for me.

I also wanted to shared this because we need to keep faith that God's plan is his will and that we need to pray for his will to be done. That we shouldn't give up hope that he can still reach our family members that have yet to make the decision to follow him.

Sorry for the lengthy post, but like always, it will probably be awhile before I post again. 😉