Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I had a dream last night.



I flew across the world and saw cardinal directions with associations with the continents and the Antichrist. I was reading Isaiah.



I came home from Japan and met my family... Ashley, my older sister, was in confusion and muddy colors... My mother was in light with green plants swaying outside and white and grey shaded inside... my little sister Sarah was the same but with blues.



I saw the crafts of my mother and images on her pages; dark sky, a balerina hurtling, a woman in the foreground on the bottom right, rough dark and shadowed terrain in between...



There was a train I sat in beside a friend who was lonely and needed guidence, they wanted to pray to Peter or another apostle (somehow I had found them in the high wires of a bridge perching)... I eventually suggested Micheal, the archangel who "protects the people of Isreal"... I stood up to allow an old woman my seat. We were in seats facing forward like a bus. (I find this interesting since I think you should only pray to God)



An abandoned house with curled under carpets in a long hall like that of a hotel. Many pillows are piled in the rooms along it with various people I don't remember here and there... Two sworded men (one tiny and one normal sized) spar and battle (I think I'm the little one). The place reminds me of my past. Something about a book in a larger space of the hall comes to my memory.



A giant devouring and transforming snake near the end of the dream.



These are the images of my dream last night. They had so much more significance and detail in the dream and this morning, but I have lost most of my memory of it during the day. What a pity. Probably not even worth posting.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Dreams are always worth remembering and noting, I think. Sometime later their message may be clearer.

It is interesting that you put Sarah's pic in the ballerina picture. She just told me last night that she is considering taking a ballet class at App next semester!

Perhaps the long hall is your life, with places to rest along the way, and people you don't really remember. I noticed that you have the weapons to fight that which looms over you. Perhaps the book in the larger space/room is the Bible or another book which has been enlightening to you...

Psalm 31:7- I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul. You have not handed me over to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.

Now, I gotta go... it is Thursday, the day which I water all those plants! :) By the way, your hydrangea is now budding and the others are all doing well!

Love,
Mom

Adam said...

Thanks for the scripture... it really does fit doesn't it? : )