And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions (2:28).
I love the revelatory insights gained through visionary dreams, as recorded in scripture and histories. Even though I am becoming an old man, my experiences with dreams has been less inspired lately.
A few nights ago, I nearly woke the whole household as I loudly cried, very drawn out, in a high voice "Why?". This was a response to a terrible dream that I was suffering through. Historically, I've been able to control dreams that are particularly unpleasant, but this time I was unable to change things or escape. I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't get out of it. My exclaimed question provided, albeit more dramatically than I would have hoped, a ticket back to consciousness.
Diametrically opposed to this experience is the dream of the next day. This time I experienced a dream that I didn't want to end. Maryann and I were younger, freer, and much in love (we're still much in love, by the way—we're just not as young or carefree.). We were in a place with many other people, but we weren't concerned for them—we were engrossed in each other. We were filled with happiness, joy, and love. I didn't want it to end.
The most fun part of the dream was the dancing.
As hard as it was to escape the sense of freedom that the dream provided, I was thrilled to realize that while I may not be as young or have as much free time as the dream portrayed, I still have the love for (and of) the beautiful wife of my youth (see Prov 5:18).
A dream is a dream, but I have love in reality.
It's fun to realize that my wife is still the girl of my dreams.
A few nights ago, I nearly woke the whole household as I loudly cried, very drawn out, in a high voice "Why?". This was a response to a terrible dream that I was suffering through. Historically, I've been able to control dreams that are particularly unpleasant, but this time I was unable to change things or escape. I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't get out of it. My exclaimed question provided, albeit more dramatically than I would have hoped, a ticket back to consciousness.
Diametrically opposed to this experience is the dream of the next day. This time I experienced a dream that I didn't want to end. Maryann and I were younger, freer, and much in love (we're still much in love, by the way—we're just not as young or carefree.). We were in a place with many other people, but we weren't concerned for them—we were engrossed in each other. We were filled with happiness, joy, and love. I didn't want it to end.
The most fun part of the dream was the dancing.
As hard as it was to escape the sense of freedom that the dream provided, I was thrilled to realize that while I may not be as young or have as much free time as the dream portrayed, I still have the love for (and of) the beautiful wife of my youth (see Prov 5:18).A dream is a dream, but I have love in reality.
It's fun to realize that my wife is still the girl of my dreams.
I wish I could have joined in on that dream and had an experience of the past...
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Then join me in the present, and in the forever afterwards. There will be lots more love, joy, and happiness (and more dancing, too!).
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