I dreamed this the other morning:
I came to a basement (that was mine) by a way I was not
familiar with. It seemed others came with me, but I found
myself alone. The basement was well lit and clutter free,
though it had a layer of dust in an alcove of the room.
As I looked around, things in the basement reminded me of
days gone by. Apparently, the door was left open, and a
wind blew through bringing dead dry leaves in a swirl.
I passed through the leaves and came to the dusty alcove
where I found a pair of dirty socks that belonged to my son.
I had two feelings, one of nostalgia (because my son is no
longer at home), and puzzlement that the dirty socks had
been overlooked and were there.
As I pondered, I saw footprints being made by an invisible
force, as it walked out of the alcove. I followed it to where
I could see the dusty prints leading, to rebuke it (as I've
done often in my dreams). This time, I could not say the
name 'Jesus'. (IRL, it's not a problem)... and this happened in
one other recent dream.
I read Isaiah 64:6 that morning, which says this:
'But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses
are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our
iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.'
The symbols of this scripture are clearly in my dream. As a believer,
bought by the blood of the Lamb, I rest in His completed work.
Others in my family have yet to know the Lord, and I wonder if I
represent them in some way in this dream. (I know, oh how I know,
that Jesus only clothes me in righteousness. I have no trust in my
flesh... and I trust HIM to complete the work He's started in me.)
Thoughts?
I came to a basement (that was mine) by a way I was not
familiar with. It seemed others came with me, but I found
myself alone. The basement was well lit and clutter free,
though it had a layer of dust in an alcove of the room.
As I looked around, things in the basement reminded me of
days gone by. Apparently, the door was left open, and a
wind blew through bringing dead dry leaves in a swirl.
I passed through the leaves and came to the dusty alcove
where I found a pair of dirty socks that belonged to my son.
I had two feelings, one of nostalgia (because my son is no
longer at home), and puzzlement that the dirty socks had
been overlooked and were there.
As I pondered, I saw footprints being made by an invisible
force, as it walked out of the alcove. I followed it to where
I could see the dusty prints leading, to rebuke it (as I've
done often in my dreams). This time, I could not say the
name 'Jesus'. (IRL, it's not a problem)... and this happened in
one other recent dream.
I read Isaiah 64:6 that morning, which says this:
'But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses
are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our
iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.'
The symbols of this scripture are clearly in my dream. As a believer,
bought by the blood of the Lamb, I rest in His completed work.
Others in my family have yet to know the Lord, and I wonder if I
represent them in some way in this dream. (I know, oh how I know,
that Jesus only clothes me in righteousness. I have no trust in my
flesh... and I trust HIM to complete the work He's started in me.)
Thoughts?