dreamer
“And it will be in the last days, says God, that I will pour out my Spirit on all people; then your sons and your daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, and your old men will dream dreams.” Acts 2:17
Call me an old man, because ya girl is dreaming dreams.
I’ve always had vivid dreams. Some of them feel like the deranged imaginings of psychosis, but most of them are plausible enough to make me question whether it’s a dream or a memory. They tend to leave deep, lasting emotional imprints. I’ve had intense dreams every night for weeks, and gone months without remembering a single one upon waking. I’ve prayed for them to stop and prayed for them to begin again. I’ve called friends to pray for interpretations, and usually remember the dreams years later. When I read about Pharaoh’s dreams in Exodus of the thin cows eating the fat cows and how disturbed he was by these images, I think I get that.
I had my first dream when I was 13. I dreamed there was a sunset - a truly glorious, show stopping pink and orange sunset. Out of the sunset came a calendar. The month names were not written in English. The pages flipped 5 times, and then it faded into the sunset that it came from. It was the height of the Left Behind popularity so I was convinced it meant that the world was ending in May. Spoiler: it didn’t. And while I’ve never really had an interpretation for that one, I have never forgotten it and it’s impact on my spiritual life.
In February I had another can’t-stop-thinking-about-it dream. I journaled it as soon as I woke up, so I’m going to share that entry with you.
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