We all dream, don’t we? Some say our dreams are past memories, some say they are predictions of the future or a glimpse of just tomorrow. Do you know what your dreams mean? Have you ever really thought about them?
People will tell you that they have dreamed they were falling, flying, running, driving. Have you had a dream like this? Do you fall? Do you fly? What are you running from? Do you arrive safely at your destination or does your dream abruptly end before something can happen and you awaken? Was it pleasant or a nightmare?
Wikipedia explains dream interpretations as this, “Dream interpretations date back to 5000–4000 BC. The earliest recorded dreams were acquired from materials dating back approximately 5,000 years, in Mesopotamia, where they were documented on clay tablets. In the Greek and Roman periods, the people believed that dreams were direct messages from the gods or from the dead, and that they predicted the future. Some cultures practiced dream incubation with the intention of cultivating dreams that are prophetic.“
Dr. Sigmund Freud claimed dreams were really our anxieties and desires coming through to us, an event that clearly showed reality, existence.
You may be wondering why I chose to write about dreams. Yesterday, I fell asleep and dreamed I died. It has been said that if you die in your dreams, you die in life. Obviously, I did not or you would not be reading this story. I’m beginning to think I’m a cat. I have defeated death three times, four if you include this last encounter. So why am I still here? Most would tell you that my time here on Earth is not over. That God has a specific purpose for me and I haven’t reached it yet.
I’m not really looking for answers to these questions. Whatever lies ahead of me I embrace with open arms, and if that includes meeting my maker, then I shall be ready. I’m just not ready right now; I still have a lot of living left to do.
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