Dreams are weird, man.

A few dreams you can remember.  Others make no sense.  But then every so often a dream will grip you with so much symbolism and depth that it stays with you.  It even seems to expand into glorious possibilities when you're having your first cup of coffee.  Prophetic, maybe?  I think it's possible.  Do you believe that dreams can be signs from the infinite spirit?  That maybe your subconscious cooperates with the divine to map out a crazy story which you can piece together to make sense during your awake life?  Let's go ahead and clear the air now - I'm going to have to say no, not always.  Because if in your dream you're riding purple elephants which look a lot like Dumbo, parading through the grocery store aisles and each of the available cashiers are the judges from America's Got Talent - you've just had too much Chardo-nae-nae.  Watch you whip.


I'm going to share with you one of my most recent dreams.  I'll separate the dream into three parts and then analyze and dissect why I think they relate.  (Like ya' do.)  Because ALL people analyze and dissect their dreams.  But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Number One  - Conversation with my pastor:

The story picks up when our current pastor appears to be working with boxes, but I can't tell if he is packing or unpacking.  There are several tables of housewares and clothes and it reminds me of a rummage sale.  Anyway, I'm in my PJs, a pink robe and slippers - all of them are ratty.  I have no makeup.  My hair is twisted in a sloppy knot and I vaguely remember that I hadn't brushed my teeth. *filmy*  Anyway, I felt vulnerable and exposed.  Not in a bad way, just a real way.  I was standing in front of our family pastor without decent clothes nor basic hygiene.   I explained to him that I needed to talk with him (about what I have no idea because dreams aren't always clear, man) but I definitely shared something with him that felt intimate and raw.  He listened but I didn't feel any different after the conversation.  No better or worse.   Side note:  Our current pastor is super gregarious and does wonderful impressions so the point that I left there feeling "flat" is very a-typical.  He normally makes me cry during his sermons.  But I digress.  On to the second part.

Number Two - Driving a mammoth SUV which isn't mine:

In part two of my dream, I am asked to drive a huge SUV which isn't mine.  As I remember, it was enormous like a Denali or Suburban or Escalade.  It was bulky and I was supposed to navigate this beast of a car out of a curvy, narrow parking deck which never seemed to end.  I am an excellent driver (pay no attention to my family's permanently tattooed white knuckles.) I actually prefer to drive in real life (I have control issues) but this vehicle wasn't mine, it felt expensive and the responsibility of getting it out of the parking deck felt burdensome.

Number Three - Riding in an open-air 747 airplane:

This is the third section of my dream and it is by far the most ridiculous.  I am a coach passenger in an open-air 747.  Like literally, the 747 is a convertible and there is a lovely breeze on a warm, sunny day.  I'm wearing sunglasses.  It's cool.  I'm cool.  We take off and I see nothing but blue skies and cotton ball clouds.  The incline and acceleration was so thrilling that I distinctly remember screaming with excitement as if I were on the uphill climb of a massive roller coaster.  Before we leveled out and reached our cruising altitude, *the captain has turned off the seat belt signs and we are free to move about the cabin* there would periodically be these packages with miniature parachutes attached to them dropped from the airplane.  These mini packages alerted the air traffic controllers on the ground to know that we've reached another level of safe altitude.  Understandably by now, you realize that I know quite a bit about aviation.  IT's A DREAAAAAM PEOPLE.  So these parachute deposits were like the ones delivered in the Hunger Games except there was nothing in the capsule.  It only had the airline's logo and a heavy weight attached to each mini parachute.  The dream came to an end as one of these capsules were released by the airplane and somehow (breeze or contrails) whipped up and landed gently in my lap rather than falling to the earth as the others had.

Here is my synopsis and my best guess as to what my bizarre dream meant - IF it meant anything at all.  Let's start with the second part of the dream.  The SUV was not mine, but I felt the responsibility of protecting it.  It's much larger than something I would normally drive which makes me think that it is a "bigger monkey" than I would normally pick up.  Because I had to work at navigating it through the narrow and curvy parking deck, leads me to believe that I am driving or working for someone else, but I am treating the beast car like it's my own.  I've actually had several former employers tell me that I treat their business like it's my business.

The first part of the dream is a conversation with my pastor.  I was feeling, umm, what?  Confused, melancholy, sleepy?  No.  I believe I was seeking spiritual answers but because I didn't know the question I asked him or what I shared with him indicates that I don't know what I want.  How can I get the answers, if I don't know the questions?  I think that's the reason I left feeling "uninspired."

The last part - which I think ties this whole dream up into a perfect wrapped gift is the open-air 747.  I. was. not. in. control. of. the. airplane.  I was a passenger - in coach, no less!  I was happy with the thrill of feeling the ascent and the eagerness of reaching the clouds.  In the first part I was searching, the second I was fighting for control and the third I gave it away and enjoyed the ride.  The gift of progress was dropped in my lap along the way.


Seeds to Share:

Numbers 12:6 - And he said, “Hear my words: If there is a prophet among you, I the Lord make myself known to him in a vision; I speak with him in a dream.

Habakkuk 2:2-3 - And the Lord answered me: “Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay.