Dreamscape here I come!
Here it is...a dream that might seem to be completely strange, but you can decide:
I was in a large house, with endless amounts of rooms and was full of fun things to do. A Father and a Son lived there, as did a few kids. The Father was popular as people/reporters were asking Him lots of questions, even though He was very busy. Even the Son was asked a few too. They seemed to answer them and still went about their business. They were never unaproachable.
The house was meant to be fully explored and enjoyed. Me and the kids always ran through-out the house, with the Father or Son enjoying it with us. It was heaven! Then, one day, while me and several other kids were playing on an Escher style staircase, the lights turned off at the foot of the steps. We went to investigate.
It was dark, and what light was there was being swallowed up by the darkness. It felt evil, malevolent, suffocating. We searched for the Father, but He wasn't there. We searched for the Son, He wasn't there either. We cried out to Them, but they weren't there. But the evil was surrounding us, closing in, preparing to take us...devour us.
Then I woke up and I realized there was a purpose to the dream. Do you understand it? I think I do.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
From long ago, in a life, far away.
Back when I was married. Back when I had a house. Back when I thought I was something (now, I know better). I was on the eighth month of my year and a-half of unemployment, I had an amazing dream. This happened right after I started going back to church and getting into studying the bible.
I was in a room, comfortable, warm, pleasant, and nearly perfect. My friends and then-wife were there, oddly, dressed like people from around first century Israel. We were enjoying conversations of excellent quality, and our friendship seemed genuine!
Then, one of the walls of room just fell away and exposed a world much different than what was inside. I immediately walked through the hole. The world was gray and there were mountains in the distance. There was rubble under my feet. Great hunks of buildings and homes were heaped under the comfortable room. In fact, the stark contrast between what was inside the room and what was outside was incredible. The sky was overcast with thick unending clouds, but enough light was allowed through so as to see what was in the distance.
I walk and stumble upon the uneven ground, nearly falling several times, I decide to stop and take a long look back at the comfortable room. Through the opening in the wall, warm light spills out onto the gray chunky debris, but it doesn't travel far before being swallowed by the power of the world. I see my friends and then-wife looking outside and staying well within the hole. I yell, "Come outside! There is NOTHING to fear, for the Lord is with you and He will take care of you! For He loves you very, very much!" But they don't come.
I turn and continue my trek over the rocky ground and I see a man, just standing in the ruins of a building. To call it a ruin would be a misnomer as all can be seen are the girders and 2nd floor "floor". And it was all clean and clear of any dirt and rubble. The man was dressed in head to toe in the finest looking clothing I've seen, if I lived in first century Israel. And what made it even more amazing, was the color! He was resplendent in the most beautiful of color and the darkness of the world couldn't touch him.
I walked up to him and he looked like he was expecting me. Strangely, we had a conversation (of which I don't remember), but I know, we become good friends.
I was in a room, comfortable, warm, pleasant, and nearly perfect. My friends and then-wife were there, oddly, dressed like people from around first century Israel. We were enjoying conversations of excellent quality, and our friendship seemed genuine!
Then, one of the walls of room just fell away and exposed a world much different than what was inside. I immediately walked through the hole. The world was gray and there were mountains in the distance. There was rubble under my feet. Great hunks of buildings and homes were heaped under the comfortable room. In fact, the stark contrast between what was inside the room and what was outside was incredible. The sky was overcast with thick unending clouds, but enough light was allowed through so as to see what was in the distance.
I walk and stumble upon the uneven ground, nearly falling several times, I decide to stop and take a long look back at the comfortable room. Through the opening in the wall, warm light spills out onto the gray chunky debris, but it doesn't travel far before being swallowed by the power of the world. I see my friends and then-wife looking outside and staying well within the hole. I yell, "Come outside! There is NOTHING to fear, for the Lord is with you and He will take care of you! For He loves you very, very much!" But they don't come.
I turn and continue my trek over the rocky ground and I see a man, just standing in the ruins of a building. To call it a ruin would be a misnomer as all can be seen are the girders and 2nd floor "floor". And it was all clean and clear of any dirt and rubble. The man was dressed in head to toe in the finest looking clothing I've seen, if I lived in first century Israel. And what made it even more amazing, was the color! He was resplendent in the most beautiful of color and the darkness of the world couldn't touch him.
I walked up to him and he looked like he was expecting me. Strangely, we had a conversation (of which I don't remember), but I know, we become good friends.
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