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Vivid Vivid dreams

I often have vivid, wild dreams. These dreams are usually filled with details. If I think about the dream when I awaken, I can remember it. But if I don’t think about the dream at that point, I forget the dream.

Most dreams have many elements that don’t make sense, and aren’t true to life. I often travel to places that I revisit in many subsequent dreams, such as the place where we all canoe and kayak in a cave, another place near that one where you can kayak in a circle and it the river is always going clockwise and meets up with itself again. There is another place where driving near Auburn, I always get lost in the same little almost deserted one or two red-light town, where none of the inhabitants seems to know how to leave.

There are also many freight train riding adventures between here and Birmingham, and in these particular dreams, Birmingham has a giant river that has to be crossed before going into town (approaching from the North), somewhat like Decatur or Montgomery do, only bigger. And the Dream Birmingham has a very big freight yard that is all underground. Sometimes on these freight train rides, we get caught, sometimes we sneak by. Sometimes we are going north but usually south. In these adventures we are riding various types of railcar, and sometimes, we climb on top of the boxcars or flatbeds and sneak into a passenger car, always being careful to avoid the “yard dick”. Then there are the sword fighting adventures, which oddly are usually in black-and-white. These dreams are incredibly packed with visual detail.

Last night I had a peculiar dream. My friend Glenn and his wife Gail were up for a funeral of some kind, and everyone was very sad. I then got to meet Glenn’s sister. This is of course very odd, since he doesn’t have a sister, but no more strange than whitewater rivers that go in a circle. Glenn tells me she is an atheist, and somehow she and I get into a conversation. I then proceed to give her a full presentation of the Gospel, in detail, with specific points right off the top of my head. I told her about how there is personal, transcendent God, who made everything that is, and in a special act, created us. How, through our own choice we are all in rebellion against Him, and His authority, how he has chosen some from among all nations to show mercy. This mercy is shown by providing his Son, a person of his own Godhead to take on manhood, and to live a perfect life, and to be sacrificed unto death, and triumphantly rising from the dead in order that we may be reconciled with God. In this dream, she listened as though she had heard parts of it, but not the whole story, and she had a couple of questions that I could answer. I then pulled out a Gideon’s NT bible kit. I say kit, because it was an unassembled red Gideon’s NT, so I glued the pages together, along with the book spine and cover and gave it to her. I told her she might want to start in the book of John, followed by Romans and Hebrews, and restart by reading Matthew through Revelations. I also told her she might want to get a complete Bible at that point because the OT provides history and context for the NT. She accepted it, but gave me the look that said she wouldn’t soon follow my suggestions. But as she left I felt she would try John sometime, perhaps years later. And that was the end of my dream.

So, lets pretend you are Joseph (Gen. 40:8), how would you interpret this dream?




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