When she woke up this morning, her first thoughts are a surreal mix of sleep and wakenness, unaware of the differences between night and day so rarely lived. Alone in her dreams, seeing the peaceful sky outside the window, a bird flies by, silent, and she opens her eyes. She does not see a sky or a bird, instead there are just the normal curtained panes that shield her sleeping soul. She lays, paralyzed, feeling cheated; cheated by the loss of promise, she has already forgotten.

Dreams are strange things. So real, yet so often unrecalled, except for maybe the lingering feelings of excitement, fear, peace, happiness. It’s hard for me to move from dream state to the reality of the day sometimes. I long to go back, if not to rejoin, to understand, to remember, to know. But that promise is broken when the brain is awoken. Sometimes, I’m full of fear, and my heart is racing when I rejoin earthly dwelling, and I am relieved that it wasn’t real, but I still want to KNOW what it was that caused this deep emotion – I feel cheated. The emotion seems so real, feels so real, if the event isn’t.

But is it truly unreal?

There are a lot of theories surrounding dreams: They reflect the day’s reality. They are emotionally driven. The are memories. The are Freudian suppressed desires. Others feel that they are random fragments swirling around in consciousness. What do you think? What are your experiences? Do you remember your dreams? Some are known to control their sleeping world, can you? What’s your typical night like?

Do you ever wake up straddling the moments of consciousness?

The Bible uses dreams to give warnings, to give warnings, or to give prophecies. Perhaps that’s why I feel cheated when I can’t recall what was happening in my alternative world. I long to hear from the Lord. What warning does He have form me? Which choices is He helping me make? What about prophetic dreams? I have had prophetic dreams, and they were simply things that happened many years after the dream, and have been so few that they are not something I look to, but I do believe in communicative purposes in dreams. The dream worlds are too real for them to be random meaningless tidbits crawling around in the night.

That’s what I think. What do you think?

Til the blessed ‘morrow