Dreams have been pouring out all around me lately. I have been having them and people around me have been having them. I don’t think these are the “ate Taco Bell at 2a.m” variety of dreams, but rather spiritual dreams that are spoken of in the Bible. Joel 2:28 says, “And it shall come to pass afterward, [that] I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions”. These are the types of dreams of which I am speaking. I do not have a personal account of the dreams of others. However, I can account for mine. I have had two dreams in the last two weeks and I will retell them here:
I was driving my Lincoln Navigator and I had two passengers(two women from my church) with me. We were following a caravan of other vehicles. It was raining very hard and the roads were wet and slippery. We were approaching a sharp curve around the edge of a cliff. I got a little nervous and clinched the wheel tighter. As we approached the curve, an 18-wheeler came past us and showered the windshield with all kinds of water and debris. This obstructed my vision and my worst fears were realized-we missed the curve and we were sailing through the sky to utter destruction. I felt a sense of panic and guilt. Feeling that even though I could not have prevented the obstruction, that I was still responsible for my passengers. I could vividly see the inside of the vehicle as we were free-falling. What lay beneath us was a dry river bed that was full of large craggy rocks and boulders. I was bracing myself for what was imminent. Then we landed. There was no explosion; no crunching of metal upon the desolate ground. I looked out of my window and saw that we had landed on a large succulent pile of green grass. I was so thankful that we were safe. I knew that it was a miracle. The last thing I remember before awaking was thinking that I still needed to check on my friends.
I was an employee at a bank. A person who used to go to my church was my supervisor. It was our department’s responsibility to count the money at the end of the day and deposit it in the bank. Our boss was a woman whom we liked and worked well with, but we did not really trust her 100%. We felt like she was more for the corporation than she was for us, her employees. I remember that my supervisor was putting a large pile of money in the safe and I was standing looking over his shoulder into the safe. But, he wasn’t actually putting it in. He was taking it out. I realized that we were going to take this money. It was at this time that the boss came in and they exchanged cordial words about the money and then she left. Then the supervisor took the money somewhere. In the next scene, there were about four of us sitting around a kitchen table (including myself and my supervisor) and we were discussing the heist and how we got away with it. I remember thinking to God, “I know this is wrong and it is a sin, but I’m going to be o.k., right? I’m just doing what my supervisor said and he said its o.k.” Then I awoke.
In light of my current situation, I have some ideas what these might mean, but if anyone would like to offer an explanation, feel free.