Do you believe that God speaks to us through dreams?
Hi,
Yes some people get dreams that do come true. I know a woman whose dreams, were the special white ones. Those always came true. Normal dreams are just a rehasing of the previous day's events, but wierdly. Some are anxiet dreams, but they are all normal, and not whiter than normal. The woman I was referring to is my mom.
More than once, three times, they have been about me. I don't like those, but two of them were of punishements by God, and that really helped me understand more about God, when I finally did know He was Real.
Most of my life I refused to believe in Him without proof. (Guess what happened, eventually.)
One day, years, after having the impossible happen to me, proving the Bible is Real and God is Real showing that nothing is impossible with God, the impossible seemed to be a normal part of my life then.
So, after completely blowing my first calling by someone called The Virgin Mary (I don't get those dreams by the way. I don't), I eventually answered the second call. I was asked by Mary, to go to Foreign Country to get A GIFT.
Well anything like that is hard to believe at first, and I had my share of difficulties then. Eventually I went there, but punished myself because I failed the first time, when I was called. (Penance. It's a Catholic thing, which I was now after the proofs.) Not, only did I go by myself, which is fairly normal for me, but chose to go in the winter in January, so I would not enjoy the trip.
Upon finally making it there some 23 hours later or more on airplanes, I still had a horrendous drive, and roads and road signs, and border crossings are not fun in a country that just finished a major war 10 years earlier. So I arrived really really late and the sun was near setting.
This is Bosnia/Herzegvinia. Also I somehow in a rush picked a new winter coat just for the trip with lots of pockets, and it was military green, and looked like a military coat. (Okay. I didn't know. Alright?)
Anyway the short story about dreams is this, while there, a woman starts speaking to me in a strange fashion, the night before. She said to me: Talk to me. Talk to me. That is strange, as I did not know this woman at all. The next day, it would make complete sense.
The conversation turned to me eventually that night, as this was a supposed Marian Apparition Site, and I am totally skeptical. They jumped all over me. It sort of went like this. "Do you not see in your case, one strange happening after another. No one jumps on a plane, in secret and whisks themselves away to a foreign country, then finds the place to stay having only a name to go on. You did. No one just happens to stop at the second grocery store and show them and email, 150 feet from thier room. No one just happens to have the sister of the brother of the owner, tell them where to park the car. She is from Mostar. She only came down to teach English to one of the local residents. She goes to college up there. She was next door, not even in the store you happened to stop in." I still wasn't buying it.
The next morning I was not able to sleep, so I walked up Cross Mountain, got lost, it was night. I told God if he wanted me here, then He better get me out of this mess. Lights came on instantly from a flashlight from some people on the right path. I was no longer lost. I finally came back home after several hours, never noticing I had more energy than made sense to anyone, still unconvinced in my calling. I went, but I was less than certain, this was not all one big hoax, yet that was not my reason for going. My reason is because not only Mary, but God became involved in gettting me to hop on a plane and go. They even fixed a medical problem with my leg, to get me there. They found me enough money. They found me enough time off from work. And not that it makes any difference but this is only 9 months after quintuple bypass surgery with an aneurism, which by the way, I have never fully recovered from.
Well I finally came down from Crosss Mountain, and eventually everyone woke up and had breakfast. These are the only other Americans in all of Medjogorje, and they just happened to land where I was staying. As the meal went on, these four people were talking. One of the said something about being in a Catholic thing where it is Charismatic. She then says fateful words to the group. I silence her almost immediately to not taint the conversation.
She say this. I get dreams and no one believes me. "Everyone here be quiet and I am going to tell you precisely what her dreams are like. You get white dreams. They are much brighter than normal. When you get a white dream everything you are shown in that dream comes true. It happens in three days. If you were an artist, you would actually see colors." They are white. She broke into the conversation and I did not want to stress the color point too much as only trained artists see those colors, the rest of the world only percieves white. "My mother has had these kind of dreams for years. I have seen all of them come true" I quickly finished up, then I looked at her to see, if she disagreed. She did not.
Then she said this: "I had a dream that you were to be here, and we were to listen to you." Now, I panicked and then calmed down. Whatever it was they were supposed to hear from me they would. I knew I think why they were supposed to listen to me. I came there in secret. Not even my family knew. I went because I was asked to go. I wanted nor needed anything of God, except cool things to bring people to God with. I knew He was Real before this. I knew the Bible was Real this. I think they just needed someone who knew God intimately, to guide them just by being in The Faith totally so to speak. And I think if God is involved enough in a proof, to cause the supposed impossible to happen of proving The Bible is Real and therefore God is Real, that person just might have a pretty good idea of who God is for Real. And everyone needs that, in their lives. They had no one there who came with theim who was like that and they are supposed to have.
LOVE,
...Katie., .... .