Do you remember your dreams? I do. I dream almost every night. I wish I could hook up a DVR to my head and record my dreams to watch at a later time. I would never have to rent another movie again. Some of the dreams are pretty awesome. Very Micheal Bay or Jerry Bruckheimer or John Woo (without the doves). They are full of action and I am usually saving the world, or at least the day. Sometimes the dreams are dramas, with a lot of dialogue, most of which I don’t remember when I wake up. I have been known to wake up with tears in my eyes from all the drama in my head. I would skip those movies unless they are very compelling. Then there are the dreams that you probably don’t want anyone to see. Those are the ones that usually involve your old high school locker that you can’t remember the combination to, and your lack of clothing.
Something that I have been noticing in my dreams, or least trying to, are the people that take part. Since the 13th I have been writing down the names of the people that show up. If I can’t remember their name, a breif descriptions works. The next day, I pray for them. I don’t know if these people are there because of divine placement or they are there because of the mysterious working of the brain. I did, however, feel a strong urge to pray for them. It is interesting that they are not people I had contact with the day before. Two men were from my high school days, almost 20 years ago. One man I could only describe as “round guy” made enough of an impression on my dream, that he was included in the prayer list. This new “task” of praying for the dream people (that would be a great title for a book or movie, “Praying For the Dream People”- a new bestseller by Steve Hill) has done two things so far: 1)It has re-activated my prayer life to a certain extent and 2) has taken the focus off of me and my somewhat selfish desires.
It will be interesting to see who shows up tonight. I’ll let you know if you were there.
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Years ago when I was learning about dreams Patsi told me the same thing…pray for the people you dream about especially when there doesn’t seem to be any other symbolic reason for them to be there…it’s allowed me to see some really neat answers to prayer when I knew the people involved, for the rest -all of those dream ’round guys’- I’m sure I’ll find out later.
I love talking about dreams and their meanings. I even toyed with the idea of a dream blog that a closed group of friends could visit to share their dreams and give insight into the dreams of the others. I never did anything about it…maybe one day soon though.
My dreams are usually more like the silent, or at least soundtrackless, North by Northwest cornfield scene (without Carey Grant, mores the pity) where things look ho hum, there are random people sprinkled about and a vague sense of impending menace grows.
Yeah, i just had a dream about a beautiful mexican girl in a store, she was 19 and about 5 foot something ..a short girl.
she had beautiful green eyes. Just a very lovely girl. I dont’ know why she was there but i was glad she was. I recall her name beginning with an A though