Do dreams have power? Do they give us visions of the future? Doubtful. Otherwise there would probably be a whole market for dream telling and stores everywhere.
So what good are dreams? Sometimes they can help us. Let's take two examples from my life.
The Mountain
Once I was with a group of people up on the mountain. I knew instinctively that this wasn't a real mountain but the mountain of life. It was the mountain that every person must climb. Some people reach the peak. Some people never start their journey. In this dream the people that I was with were going on ahead of me but I chose to stay behind. Instead of climbing the mountain, I chose the things that were easy. It doesn't matter what these things were but everyone has these things that hold them back from growing in their lives. The good thing was that my companions continued to encourage me and told me to put away those things that were holding me back. I had this dream 20 years ago and I've never forgotten it.
Once I was with a group of people up on the mountain. I knew instinctively that this wasn't a real mountain but the mountain of life. It was the mountain that every person must climb. Some people reach the peak. Some people never start their journey. In this dream the people that I was with were going on ahead of me but I chose to stay behind. Instead of climbing the mountain, I chose the things that were easy. It doesn't matter what these things were but everyone has these things that hold them back from growing in their lives. The good thing was that my companions continued to encourage me and told me to put away those things that were holding me back. I had this dream 20 years ago and I've never forgotten it.
The Broken Vase
Some time ago I saw a beautiful vase that was made of clear glass. Suddenly it broke into a thousand pieces but the sum of those pieces was much more beautiful than the original vase. Each piece sparkled like diamonds and at the time it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Again I knew this wasn't a vase but my life. Every time my life is shattered somehow I become stronger and more beautiful. When I put the vase back together again it's just as suddenly smashed into a thousand pieces.
Some time ago I saw a beautiful vase that was made of clear glass. Suddenly it broke into a thousand pieces but the sum of those pieces was much more beautiful than the original vase. Each piece sparkled like diamonds and at the time it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Again I knew this wasn't a vase but my life. Every time my life is shattered somehow I become stronger and more beautiful. When I put the vase back together again it's just as suddenly smashed into a thousand pieces.
So what are your dreams trying to tell you? Not the ones where you're standing in front of a crowd with no pants on! Sometimes a dream is just a dream. And sometimes we need to listen to them!
