Should people ever take their dreams seriously?
Before bed I read the newspaper. Bad idea. Murders, kidnapping, and turmoil created a trapped feeling inside me of anxiety for whats to come. "What is it that you want me to accomplish in this lifetime" I plead to God for answers. I later forgot about it while I chatted on myspace, but the question seemed to surface again while I slept.
The feel of that cool breezy night, in my dream, will forever be ingrained in my mind and once I sense the same sensations that I did in my dream I know it will all rush back to me clearer than a real memory. The US had just bombed a country and it was a huge probability that we would be bombed in retaliation. A nuclear war was upon us. The end of the world as we know it. Blackouts occured throughout the city. Some people ran wild others hid in their homes. Yet, it was a day of celebration and many more people than you could imagine took this opportunity to set off fireworks and party. You could hear excited screams and howls coming from the people who decided to live it up on their last night on Earth. Other people realized there was an actual threat choosing either to sit tight, pray and wait for the impending doom or to chose survival. Rudy was at the house with Alex and I and so were my two nephews. I was frightened but exhilerated by the unusual circumstances. The exhileration and the screams of laughter in the distance mixed with the beautiful breezy evening was intoxicating and I never wanted it to end. I gazed up at the pitch black sky speckled with billions of once hidden stars and wondered what God wanted me to do. Rudy and I decided to party our hearts out. Of course, we had to party like it was 1999, but we needed party supplies. I drove to the store where we loaded are basket up with as much alcohol, cigarettes, cigars, movies and junk food it could hold. As I was getting ready to check out I ran in to Geanette Z. leading a group of wannabe survivors. Geanette is a life long friend of the family with deep spiritual values who is admired by all who know her. Including me. Well Geanette starts saying how glad she is I made it and asks me if im ready to volunteer. I look around and see how busy the group of "survivors" are gathering food and clothes and weapons and all neccesities and I wonder how they think they are really gonna survive. I tell her "no, im just her for these goodies. I'm gonna party it up" Her face quickly changes to a frown and asks me "is that what you really want or are you just scared to admit the truth to yourself. " I begin to sob as if she hit the mark. She knew my deep ingrained fear of dying without accomplishing some purpose I havent found yet. She knew I wanted to live, but I was scared of all the hardwork I knew I would have to deal with soon. I thought I was weak, too weak to be a survivor, but she made me realize I have a choice. It is not determined.(is that the right word?)
I joined the survivors. She knew I would and guided me to my group who would show me what I would be doing to help our mission of survival. The group introduced me to weapons. I dont think I had a gun but I know I was part of security cuz of the fact I had a walkie talkie. My job was to protect the group once everything and everyone went crazy.
I wish I could remember the rest...damn those annoying alarm clocks!!!!
So does this mean anything? Was God answering my dream? Am I supposed to go into protection or the military? Or is it just a dream? What makes it more strange was when I told Andrew I asked God a question about my career path and I think he answered me in a dream he mentioned how he had a wierd dream the night before too. Both of our dreams were about a nuclear war. I know this may be a similar topic in many peoples dreams its just that I havent dreamt of destruction in that magnitude for years, until last night. Also Andrew feels the same about his dream being unusual.