Does God talk to us in dreams?

I never thought about it much. I guess I always thought people would think I was crazy if I did say He did to anyone. I’m pretty sure last night my dreams were full of God speaking to me. I write my dreams down most of the time, because they are always so strange and elaborate. This time as I wrote it down, I was almost shocked at what God was clearly saying to me. It’s like he couldn’t get through to me during the day recently, so he had to while I was sleeping.  There are still parts of it I didn’t remember in the morning, and I was so frustrated trying remember, till I gave up and decided he’d tell me again if he wanted tonight. He is pretty cool. My dream was done as a series of little dreams that I felt he kept waking me up after each one. Not sure if I really woke up or if that was a dream too…but either way, God was REALLY close to me last night. I wish I could get that close to him during the day. I don’t think my own imagination (which is very good) could even come up with anything close to what it feels like when God is telling you a dream. It’s almost more clear in a way, than the normal dream would be.  I may look up dreams, and God talking with them, in the bible and online before I say anymore. I don’t feel silly though, I’m sure their are a lot of people that claim to have God speak to them in dreams (and some could be mistaken) so people don’t really believe them, but I’m sure on this one.

So if I’m being honest, I actually have felt God talking to me through my dreams a few times before too. Especially when I was younger. I used to write them out for my mom & dad to read because I felt so passionately about it and wanted to share. I really didn’t know what else to do with it either. Sometimes I was honestly freaked out by God, I think, I don’t know. When I told anyone, which I rarely did, they usually thought I might be crazy or had an imaginary friend.  I guess as a child you don’t know what is normal in regards to how it feels to talk to God, until you share and hear others experiences. And no kids in sunday school were opening up much about their personal relationship with God! haha. We were all too busy trying to finish making a manger scene out of a shoe box, old playdough, scraps, and these big wooden clips! They kept us so busy!

Anyways, I found some old notes I had written and they are kinda cool in regards to what ended up happening later in my life. It was like He was telling me about what I would do one day and how happy I would make a couple someday. He said He made me for a reason and I have a lot to do while I’m here, but he has to prepare me for it cause it’s not something most people do but that he gave me what it takes log ago. There is some other stuff too, but I’m afraid it could be perceived as too weird and “yeah right” if I told.  He did talk about angels on earth though, and I asked him about a few people I met sometimes and he would say if they really were or not.  Mainly He told me  about my emotions and how deeply I felt for people I didn’t know, all the time, was ok and for a reason.  I was just a little girl and noticed so much in regards to when people where unhappy or hurting inside. I would either start to cry when I got home or just cry inside when I knew my teacher was hurting inside or when some stranger looked so lonely in their eyes.  Like if a classmate was being abused at home I thought I could just tell by looking in his eyes and I’d go home and pray for him all night.  It was a very intense life…and still is.  But I remember then him telling me that it seems worse to see things this way, but in the end it will be better that I did.  I still haven’t reached a point where it’s better to be so empathetic in life, but maybe He meant after life.  (But yeah all this could of just been a kid’s imagination…I think I also believed or was scared by the neighborhood boy that said he was digging a hole in his background to reach the devil, so ya know)

Maybe I’ll tell my dream later from last night. It was basically showing me avoiding temptation easily with Him holding me till it past us by.

“Most of our dreams are “maintenance” dreams, so-called because our brain uses them to clean up emotions from our waking hours, help us retain in memory life events, and more that neuroscience and psychology haven’t figured out yet.  We usually don’t remember these.  But when God uses our dreamscapes to speak to us, we remember those.  Unless of course, we aren’t interested in God giving us dreams, in which case he won’t waste his time.  Everyone I know that has ever asked God for a dream has gotten one.

Understanding our dreams is the hard part for most of us.  There are lots of books available that can help us interpret dream symbols and stories, and here’s my perspective on them.  At the foundation of dream interpretation is that God chooses images from our own mind and heart, because they speak to us in a language that arises out of the depth of ourselves.  The things we see in the dream are archetypes, or basic symbols, that mean something to us and are about us.”by Christian Life Coach Mark Gardner

Ok, so here’s the dream. Since nobody every comments, I doubt I’ll get one laughing at me…but who knows! (but God) So I’m jogging outside around this big lake and I feel like I’m in my neighborhood (my dream neighborhood)

I go very far and somehow miss my house or the turn to my house because I was sidetracked with something I guess. And on that day I was running very fast almost floating along the road (usually I’m floating but stuck going slow sometimes when I need to go fast to avoid danger) The road was always slippery and wet but I didn’t really notice. The sky was cloudy and no one was outside at all. No cars drove by, or people in front of their houses. I didn’t think anything of it if their was a storm coming. Since I was moving so fast, I figured whenever I had to turn around I could make it back home in no time and avoid whatever it was that I needed to avoid.  I kept going up and down these big hilly roads that seemed to never end. Then I saw a man, i can’t picture his face anymore now…but I could see him in my dream.  He was looked about 60 or 70 and was just standing at the top of this hill. As I came up to him…to be cont. running a quick errand