Monday, July 10, 2006

Dreaming...

I was talking with Nolan last night, and mentioned that I have got to be the only person in our group of friends, people actively seeking God's voice, who gets annoyed at Him when He actually does speak by giving me dreams. We laughed about it, because it really is kind of ironicly funny, and then Nolan told me about someone else we both know who actually asked God to stop sending dreams. That made me feel better!

I'm at the point where at certain points and times, as much as I prefer to just sleep, I will actually say to God, you can speak to me in my dreams about this situation, or that person or whatever. For example, I've committed to praying regularly for a good friend, but especially over the next week or two as she and her husband travel to Russia with a team of people to pray and intercede over the G8 summit happening in St. Petersburg. I asked God last night to speak clearly, to bring her to mind at the times she most needed covering in prayer, and even to send dreams with her in them if necessary as a reminder to prayer. I don't regularly ask God for dreams, but He's spoken to me about this friend in my dreams before, and I really feel that He called me a couple of months ago to be regularly upholding this friend in prayer, so I want to be aware of when those prayer needs are most pressing.

All that said, I had a dream this morning that was definitely not spiritual, but was kind of funny, so I thought I'd throw it up on the blog.

I was at home, with my two brothers. The only problem was that our house (which I never left in the dream) was now in Hong Kong! And then, I'm standing at the kitchen window, looking out over our backyard and alley, and at the back gate there's a monkey (orangutan or gorilla) wearing a bright pink shirt and a floppy hat, and trying to get into our yard. So I call my brothers to come see, and oddly enough, my youngest brother is also a gorilla, also wearing clothes. The monkey from the gate comes into our yard, and my brother roars at it, and it goes running to the other side of the city. Then it comes back, and is in our house, and running up and down the stairs to our basement, and rolling around and playing on the bottom landing.

And then I woke up!

See, this one is pretty obviously not spiritual - it's actually kind of funny and quite honestly bizarre - but most of my dreams are such a hodgepodge of weird settings and intense emotions that I'm not always sure which ones are the result of an overactive imagination, and which are God things!

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