One of my favorite parts of the day are those few moments right after I wake up. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and try desperately to hold on to the intricacies of my dreams. Often swept away in adventure, dream Aimee helps save the world from impending doom. (She is pretty heroic--plagued by the balance of mercy and justice. You would like her. She's saved you several times.) But within a few minutes of waking all of the details of my journey disappear, replaced by a vague awareness of the big picture. When I have really fun dreams I struggle and fight to hold on. I want to tell my husband about them, but even then I can't recreate the magic for him.
Every once in a rare while though, I have a dream that lingers for days. It almost haunts me. I'm talking about the kind where you wake up and you still vividly feel the emotions you felt as your dream ended. You can't quite shake the faces you saw or the events that took place. It just stays with you. Does that ever happen to you? I had a dream like that once about my husband...before we were even dating. It threw me for a loop for days and ended up making me decide to give him a chance if he showed any interest. Crazy.
Last night I had one of those dreams. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all morning. The first part is opaque--a foggy memory. But with the last part I remember every detail; the feelings still linger; I can't escape the face I saw.
It started out where Dan and I had to go through some crazy obstacle course underground. Bone chilling dampness in a dimply lit room. We had to do all kinds of crazy things that I don't quite remember. Jump through hoops. Climb what seemed to be infinite ladders. But eventually we crawled out of the cellar into a cozy, warm room. And there waiting for us was this adorable blonde, curly haired little boy with a spark in his eye. We rushed to him, eager to hold him--to feel his warmth against us. He was real. He was ours. We had adopted him and we were finally able to bring him home. The joy and love we felt still remains in my heart. It was this picture perfect moment of utter bliss. He curled in on himself with laughter as we told him how much we loved him and cuddled as close as possible.
His face. His joy. And our hearts so full of love. That's what remains with me today. Like a precious memory yet to be. I'm not saying anything will come from this dream. But for now it's fun to think, and imagine, and dream about a future hopefully not far off.
What do you do with the dreams that haunt you? What are they about?
It's funny that I should come across this today, as we were just discussing in class whether or not dreams have more than a psychological significance-namely, a spiritual one. I, for one, truly believe that they can. I believe that God still speaks to us this way today and I love it when His words and images linger after I awaken. Thanks for sharing this.
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