Life can be a series of dreams

Lately, I’ve been having some fascinating dreams at night. Usually, I don’t give much thought to dreams, but lately, I’ve been thinking more about them.

Last night, for example, I had this exciting dream, and everything seemed to be coming in my direction, and then I woke up before the end. Once I woke up, I did not know how the dream ended.

I’ve been having these kinds of dreams lately. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, and my brain has nothing else to do. I wish I would not wake up until the dream was finished.

I tried an experiment the other night. I went to bed, had my prayer time and then decided to invent a dream for the night. I’ve never done this before and was not sure how to do it. I tried to put together all kinds of little suggestions of my dream that would catch.

In a few minutes, I was sound asleep. The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was awake. I lay there in my bed thinking, what happened to that dream? It was the first time in weeks that I did not have any kind of a dream.

For the next few nights, I tried the same experiment all to naught. Where in the world do these dreams come from?

That morning at the breakfast table, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage looked at me and smiled and said, “I had the most marvelous dream last night.” Then she told me about her dream and how it ended. She remembered everything about it.

What disturbed me was that was the dream I was trying to create for myself last night. How in the world did she get my dream?

I’m beginning to think she can get inside my head whenever she wants, which is much more than I can do.

All day long, she was smiling, and once in a while, she would remember something of that dream and share it with me.

That evening, I decided to ask her about her dream. “How did you get such a wonderful dream in your head last night?”

Then she talked for quite a few minutes, explaining how all of that came together in her head.

“Why didn’t you wake up before the dream ended?” I asked with anticipation.

“I make it a habit not to scare my dreams away like some people I know,” she explained.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” she stuttered a little bit, looking at me, “I do not snore when I’m sleeping which is what scares dreams.”

I got the implication that I snored at night, which scared my dreams away, which was a little difficult for me to understand. I see and hear my dreams but have never heard me snore. How does all of that work?

Life is not built on dreams. I was reminded of a Bible verse. “Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” (2 Corinthians 5:6-8).

My faith in God is what guides my daily life, not my dreams.

Dr. James L. Snyder lives in Ocala, FL with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Telephone 1-352-216-3025, e-mail jamessnyder51@gmail.com, website www.jamessnyderministries.com.