OK God, what is up with that dream?

When I was in formation to become a spiritual director one of the things we studied in depth  were dreams.  Dreams have always been important to the spiritual understanding of a person.  Joseph, of the technicolor coat, had dreams that prophesied  to Pharaoh about famine and plenty in Egypt.  We have Joseph, foster father of Jesus, having the dream that saved Mary and Jesus.

Well, this morning I had a doosie. The first thing in understanding how God might be talking to you through your dream is for you to examine the setting, so here goes:

[Note:  always try and write down the dream as soon a possible after you awaken.  Prayerfully ask God/Holy Spirit to be with you and give you insights about the dream.  Write all impressions you were given, look at them to see patterns of understanding, what is God calling you to learn/release/become]

My dream – Greg and I were taking a vacation with the “children”.  But it is only our eldest son and twin daughters, our second son was not there.  That was interesting.  Why only those children?  [A little backstory:  My husband and I have four children, each with their own unique challenges, we have twins girls, is that important to the dream, and two boys, our eldest had a great many challenges, and he is represented in the dream – interesting.  Now all our children have/are successfully overcoming these challenges; is that important to the dream?]

We are driving to the “mountains”.  [Alright, one step in understanding your dreams is to try and remember every detail about the environment: what is the environment, what does it feel like, smell like, look like.  Does it have an importance to you, significance?] It feels like the mountains, there are families with children of all ages running around having a good time.  The air is sweet, it feels very relaxing.  We are driving to our cabin.  Greg turns to me and says: Now, don’t be afraid, just answer their questions, just tell the truth.”   (My thoughts in the dream) Truth? Why wouldn’t I say the truth.  (Then the thought pop in my head: My truth!) We arrive at our cabin.  Inside is a young woman, and a older woman.  The young woman greets me.  The older is in the kitchen area, “cooking”. [Cooking, nurturing?  Nurturing who, me, others?] Greg and our three children act as if they have interacted with both these women before.  Than the dream switches to our “house”.  But it’s not a house I have ever lived in.  I am in our eldest son’s “room” with our youngest twin looking at a huge dictionary.  Our eldest son comes in and says: “Stop looking at my pictures!” [What pictures?] Then the scene jumps back to the “cabin”.  I am nervously sitting on a stool in the kitchen/dining room area, twirling on the stool looking at my children and my husband as I turn.  [Is that important?]  The older woman starts to ask me questions about my childhood: What did my father do, my mother. Was I ever afraid.  What did I do with this fear?  The questions make me uncomfortable, why is she digging into my life like.  What right does she have?  Who does she think she is?  The scene switches again.  Now, I am wearing a huge dress, it doesn’t feel like mine, over it is a huge tee-shirt. Both are wet.  I have been “swimming’.  I feel embarrassed as I go from place to place between trees and open area looking for somewhere to “dry off.”  I feel as if everyone is looking at me, laughing.  In reality no-one is.

As soon as I feel this I am back on the stool with the older woman questioning me on my relationship with my father. I had a good relationship, it was the relationship my mom that was needy, clingy; am I being asked to look at my parenting style, or relationship style, slightly confused, what does she want?

Then she says to be to aware and live my truth.  Which truth, what truth.  That is when I wake up.

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