The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Photo by Joe Indovina
Photo by Joe Indovina

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

What do you dream about?

I don’t mean the dreams you dream while sitting still in traffic, or the lofty ones formulated while meeting good friends for dinner. I think of those as goals or aspirations. I am talking about the dreams you dream when you fall asleep.

My dreams have really gone through cycles over the course of my life. About seven years ago, I had finally begun to feel God’s unconditional love working in my life. Where formerly I had always feared wrath and judgement, my thoughts of God had become loving, calm and reassuring.

So during this time of reassurance there were (ironically) large monsters in my dreams. They were at times, ferocious and scary. But in my dreams I was always at a safe distance. I would observe the monsters and think, Well, I probably should get out of the room. Or better yet, They cannot harm me.

The closest I ever came to reading or hearing something similar to my monster dreams was when I read a book written by a little boy entitled, “Heaven is for Real“. When I read Colton’s description of the monsters in Heaven, and of his Savior Jesus’ triumph over them, I really got a chill. His description of the monsters rivaled those in my dreams.

The monster dreams have vanished for now. Lately, my dreams consist of people and places, interactions…. and bravery. I have had a few significant acts of bravery within my dreams. When my mom was ill last month, I had a two fold dream. In it, she was in her home looking out the window of her front door. I was standing next to her. A very large and powerful truck (yep!) came and swallowed her up. I briefly panicked. In the next moment, she was next to me again, we were both looking out the window and the truck was in the driveway, idling. Mom and I stood together and stared it down. It did not harm her again.

I took this to be another sign that mom would recover. Her illness had temporarily derailed her but she would fight back. This week, my mom finally returned home from the hospital. God is good.

One of the most significant dreams I have ever had involved a friend of mine. When Sue told me months ago she was pregnant, I had a dream about her that very night. The whole dream was tinted in pink. My sweet friend just had her baby this week. Guess what? It was a girl.

Do I believe dreams can foretell the future? Maybe. More, I think they are a mirror of our soul. Our fears, hopes and emotions can manifest themselves deep inside of us and dreams are perhaps, the way our soul expresses itself.

Do you believe in dreams? What do you dream about?

Join me on my graceful journey.

9 Replies to “The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of”

  1. Your dreams are vivid. These days I rarely remember mine. Usually if I have dreams that I remember they involve journeys and lots of stress and missing planes and going to the wrong airport or house. When I am really stressed my recurring dream is returning to my grandmother’s house and trying to find her; occasionally I do.My grandmother’s house was always a sanctuary for me. I am so glad your mother is home.

    1. I am glad my mom is home too. She will need some aftercare but really, she is much better. I consider my grandmother my guardian angel so I can understand why you consider your grandmother’s house a sanctuary!

  2. I’ve had several dreams, significant because of the way my life changed afterward. Dreams are where–defenses down, awake to spiritual sensations I often miss, not sleeping–the Lord can show me things I need to know.

    I’m glad your mother is doing better, Joanne.

  3. First, forgive me, but I must respond to Gallivanta’s recurring dream….My grandmother’s home, too, was a sanctuary for me, and I loved her sooo much. I also have had recurring dreams that I am at her house trying to find her, and sometimes I do. Then I’m happy she’s there, but then she disappears on me again, and I become upset with her loss…that’s strange we would have the same sort of dream, but then again maybe not.

    Katherine! Your dreams are amazing, and I agree with you that they are the innermost part of us communicating something to us. I’ve been a big dreamer most of my life, which is one reason I never feel rested when I wake in the morning. I’ve had many message dreams, as well as dreams which exacerbate my fears,etc. But since I’ve been growing in faith, and like you, understanding God’s full intent and love for me, I have begun to use more power in my dreams, calling on the name of Jesus to fight off or deter evil people or things trying to harm me in my dreams. I think that means that God’s word is becoming rooted more within my spirit.

    Oh, some of the dreams I’ve had….some most beautiful with holy intent, and others so horrible.

    I’m so glad your mother is home and becoming stronger every day, and that you’ve had dreams to help you guide you to peace about her situation.

    Thank you for sharing this wonderful phenomena, one in which most of us share. I wish you the most pleasant guiding dreams from now on…

    Marianne xo

    1. Marianne, What lovely words you have said! Thank you for sharing your thoughts on dreams. I do believe my dreams are my guide to a greater understanding of my inner self.
      I believe my grandmother to be my guardian angel; I dream of her occasionally and she was one of the most powerful women EVER in my life!
      May God bless you and give you wonderful dreams! xo

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