More than 15 years have
passed when my dad told me one is his dreams (a nightmare, I´d say).
He was in his bed and told me those things I don´t want to forget,
because that gave me a clue to believe dreams, sometimes, are talking
to me.
He saw he was falling
down, into a pit, and he was falling with two German pastor, two
pets he had (I never saw him owing dogs).
Any moment he heard a
voice reproaching him: “Release them!... Can you see you are
caducous”. He was shocked at the last word, so he
left those dogs he thought he could be protecting, in his falling
into a hole or depth.
None of both were
Christians, just Catholics, and nominatively. When he told me I knew
those dogs were my brother and I. And -by that time- we knew nothing
about a disease which was to kill him; Cancer.
If it wasn´t God or an
angel speaking to him, I think his body was talking to him; but he
did nothing to change his smoke habits.
Let´s say he had a
second chance to stop that addition, but he did it to his last breath
(I really hate smoking).
Last week I have a dream.
I was inside a bus, near the Orinoco river and, somehow, the bus
jumped into its waters (which I know are not transparent as a fresh
glass of water).
I don´t know how but I
fought to breathe. I escaped by a quick swimming and reached the air
(but I wasn´t choked). When I saw where I was, both shores were too
far from my arms to swim. It seemed I was in the middle of 1 or 2 km
from any river shore.
I never liked how the
Orinoco river looked at my visits. I don´t like lagoons because
those waters are not clear, transparent (I guess I don´t like
people for the same reason).
Inside the dream I swam
to my left and before I reached that shore, I knew -inside the dream-
it was that I was to be richly blessed, more abundantly that I cannot
deal, that I wanted to flee and run from.
I know dreams can tell
you where you are in a particular situation. They can tell you where
your priority is, where your flesh is, and these can give you some
warns, some tips and advise (as my dad really missed).
I believed GOD used
Joseph by his understanding of some dreams he and others had (he was
humble enough to desire that what GOD gave him in Egypt). I believed
GOD warned Joseph (the carpenter) to flee with Jesus and HIS mother,
to Egypt...
What are dreams teaching
you lately?
I know some dreams
become true.
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