I am a very restless sleeper. When I go to bed at night, I know that I will wake up several times before the sun comes up. In addition, I have several dreams every night and the kicker is that I remember most of them in vivid detail. This seems somewhat strange to me, in that, my short term memory these days borders on amnesia. But dreams and things that happened years ago stick around in my brain forever. Go figure...
Last night was no exception. I had three very distinct dreams. The first was a somewhat recurring dream. I was back in my hometown and an old friend and I were tossing a football around. What made the dream odd was that is was dark outside and we were playing in the middle of a busy road. On one the passes, my friend told me to "go long" and after running and catching the ball, I turned around and he was gone.
My second dream was equally odd, in that, it took place in my hometown and not far from where my friend and I were playing catch with the football. I was back in my middle school and there were all of the people that went to that school with me; only we were our current ages but we were acting like we did back in the seventies. Two of my former classmates were chasing each other through the halls and down the steps. They entered one of the "special" rooms and proceeded to do the hanky panky. I only know this because they didn't close the door and they both had smiles on their faces while they were doing it.
My third and final dream of the night was very disturbing to me. I was standing on the edge of a very large hole in the ground. It was dark outside but yet there was enough light for me to vaguely make out the impending hole and the outline of a few people's faces that were standing to my left. I could hear voices but couldn't understand anything that was being said. I turned to walk away from the hole and as I turned I came face-to-face with a large wall that impeded my exit. As I stood facing the wall, there were other people who were pointing to the wall and crying and others who were wiping the wall as if to clean it. I watched as they scrubbed the wall and they were cleaning away the names of people written on the wall. I asked a faceless person what they were doing and he replied that he was forgiving the people who had wronged him in his life and that he was wiping away the anger from his life. He went to hand the cloth to me but I let it fall to the ground.
While I am sure that my first 2 dreams of the night can be attributed to my late night snack before going to bed, I'm pretty sure that the final dream was just my brain trying to sort out the issue I have with forgiveness. Many of you have been praying for me and maybe it was God telling me to "let it go..." Maybe it's just as simple as wiping their names off the wall and forgiving them. Who knows...maybe I'll see my name on the wall and I can forgive myself too.
Well, I'm about 30 minutes away from heading off to bed and wandering into dream land. I can't wait to see what's in store for me tonight. And yes, I do dream in technicolor.
Be Well.
Bill
