My Mind at Night

I dream a lot. Now more than ever. My mind seems to be as active as I sleep, as it is when I am awake. I cannot always remember my dreams, but last night I had one that requires me to write it down. I feel very inclined to write it down...

I was with my children, and even my extended family. We were all gathered together. And then suddenly, without warning, a flood of water came and washed over all of us. My family and others were all swept away in the raging and violent Tsunami.

I could feel the water pressing against my body, and compromising my mental and physical capacity. I kept trying to figure out which way was up, and I kept looking around me to see where everyone else was -- but it was hard enough to just try and keep myself afloat, and not become completely immersed in the angry deluge.

I felt like I was drowning, all I could see was water everywhere.  

And then I saw it -- there was a large, solid, rope, and I knew I should grab on, and cling to it. So I did. I looked around to see if anyone else had been able to grab onto the rope, and I noticed a bunch of people had grabbed on, but many were struggling to hold on, and not let go. I have a vivid picture in my mind of people holding on, and then going under the water, and then popping up again gasping for breath, while others let go and were drowned.

I felt that I was safe and secure holding tightly to the rope, but I was very concerned for the safety of my family. For some reason I could not help them. They had to help themselves. They had to find and grab onto the rope. I could see some of their faces from a distance clinging to the rope and not letting go, while others were bobbing up and down with the force of the water. To let go of the rope was to be swept away in a torrent of whitewater. It seemed you could only save yourself by fiercely holding onto the rope.

Above the water -- on what seemed to be land -- were people doing all sorts of immoral things, participating in all manner of darkness and wickedness, freely and openly, for all to see. They were living it up, having a party, and laughing at those holding onto the rope. Those in the water -- including myself and my family -- were just clinging to the rope to survive.

This awful scene was etched in my mind, and then...

I woke-up.

And I knew that my dream was more than a dream.


P.S. I have been studying the words of Isaiah for my lesson on Sunday... perhaps that explains the symbolic dream.