Throughout my life, there have been times when I’ve had vivid dreams in full-color about things that seemed to come to pass. So much so, I asked God to take them away from me at one point.
One example was the night I had a dream where I saw myself in the middle of a violent storm at sea. The ocean was raging all around me when, suddenly, it was as though I was carried up far above the Earth. It was beautiful and blue.
I looked down and saw a giant wave moving slowly across the waters. The wave stretched from one end of the Earth to the other. Before I knew it, I was jolted awake. The dream was vivid and real. I could hardly move. That was 2004 and, in only a few days, one of the worst Tsunami’s to ever hit, killed an estimated 230,000 people in Indonesia.
Another dream I remember clearly was in 2010. In my dream, it was as though I was flying over the ocean and came upon a large oil rig. The next thing I knew, I was on the platform of the rig watching one of the guys in a hard hat trying to pick something up when, suddenly, it sparked and lit off a giant explosion. In my dream, I then saw the rig from a distance with giant plumes of smoke billowing up from the explosions.
The oil rig dream was so real to me that I was jolted awake in a cold sweat. The Mrs. asked me what was wrong. I told her about the dream and how it was as though I was right there.
In a few days, I turned on the news only to see the BP oil rig had blown up causing one of the worst oil spills in history. Needless to say, I was in shock and, to tell the truth, somewhat frightened because the scenes on the television were eerily similar to my dream.
There were many more times these dreams would occur. Typically, they were of world events and, on a few occasions, they were of things happening in our personal lives like in 2009, when I had a dream where I suddenly started coughing up blood. I told the Mrs. about it and put it on the shelf (something I do when I have dreams like that). Within a few weeks, I had come down with a bacterial lung infection that nearly killed me.
Do I know why the dreams happen? No. Have all my dreams come true? Of course not. Can I tell the difference between a pizza dream and ones that seem to be different? Usually. Has God answered my prayer and taken them away? No. I will say, that sometimes, it’s hard to sleep, to be honest.
Over the years, I’ve come to appreciate the dreams as a way of God asking me to pray about something. To pray for those who may be affected by whatever it may be. And in a few cases, to warn people in advance (or for me to be warned…).
God does speak to us in dreams and I would dare say there are many others who could share similar experiences. It humbles me to think that He loves us enough to warn us and to move us to pray for others. It truly is a blessing (even though it may not seem like it at the time).
I’ll leave you with a dream I had of the moment I die (a long tine from now) which is why I used the picture above for today's blog. I had a dream of floating up and suddenly seeing a giant, green field lit by the most beautiful light to my left. In the middle of the field was a single tree. In the dream, I was probably ten years old and the grass reached up to my waste.
When I looked over at the tree, I saw the Mrs. coming toward me with a smile on her face reaching out her hand saying, ‘come on!’… She was ten too. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and we ran through the field laughing with joy.
I still remember that dream vividly and hold onto it at times knowing that, one day, this life will be over, and we’ll be in heaven, like two kids running through a lush green field together. That dream was a gift to me, and I’ll always be thankful for it.
If you’ve had similar dreams, don’t run from them. Embrace them, but not to a point where they paralyze you. Instead, put them on the shelf and ask God what He wants you to do with them. It may be just to pray. And, remember, they’re just dreams…
Here’s to you having good dreams and a great week ahead my friends!