I don’t remember dreams often. As many friends out there know, I have some pretty silly sleeping habits… getting to bed around 2am most nights. I fall into a deep sleep within a couple minutes of getting in bed and next thing I know my stupid alarm clock is screaming at me (or maybe that’s the kids ;). But, I digress… (remind me to post about my undiagnosed case of ADD sometime ;).
Dreams play a fairly decent role in the Bible… anyone remember Jacob, Joseph, Daniel… ummm, the three wise men? I wondered many times if I would recognize a dream God sent to me. Several months ago (I don’t remember the exact date now), I experienced what I can only describe as a dream straight from God. I’ll try to put it into words, and there are some parts a bit fuzzy to me now. As a side note, think middle ages as a context for the environment of the dream if it helps you envision it.
I was a murderer. I don’t remember the circumstances of the murder I committed, but it had to do with someone close to the King (of England, I believe). The King was obviously angry and sent me deep down into a dungeon to live out some days until I was eventually executed for my crime. I spent quite a while there, but eventually escaped (sorry, if you are reading this from a dungeon with wireless internet access, I don’t remember how I did it).
I ran and ran around England (I assume) trying to escape authorities, and eventually they stopped looking for me. I ended up eventually starting a medical practice in a small rural town somewhere nobody should recognize me. I don’t recall if I had been a doctor before or not, but I was now. I remember getting older and older, probably from age 30 to 60 or so. I really felt like 30+ years had passed. I am not kidding… it’s hard to explain. I remember healing so many people over all the years, saving many from certain death. I was a good doctor. I eventually was too good, as word had spread all the way to people close to the King of my accomplishments.
So, someone from the King’s inner circle (?) came to town to invite me to the palace, but immediately recognized who I was and had local guards arrest me. I was taken to the same old dungeon I escaped from decades ago. I was almost relieved that they finally found me. Continuing to hide throughout all the years was difficult, and regret was always on my side for what I had done. Within days, I was pulled out of my cell and taken down a dark hallway that most likely led to where I would finally be executed for my now compounded crime (murder and escape).
As I walked down that hallway, I began feeling horrible remorse for the things I had done to wrong the King. I was crying… no, wailing… as I continued to walk. I remember there were guards walking me down towards a doorway at the end of the hall, but at some point they left me alone. My grief became unbearable as I neared the doorway, such that I simply couldn’t take another step and dropped to my knees. As soon as I did, I felt a person beside me… I never did turn to look. The person lifted me up and told me I had to keep going… told me everything would be OK… and helped walk me all the way to the door. Yes, I was still crying uncontrollably. I remember this person saying much more than that, but I couldn’t hear it all over my crying, but I soon understood the gist.
This person opened the door, and there was the King. He was surrounded by what I can only describe as his entire kingdom. Everyone. And they were cheering. It was not an execution. It was a celebration. And I woke up immediately.
I can’t begin to put my emotions into words when I woke up. Or when I recall this dream whenever things are stressing me out. Or as I’m sitting here shaking while typing it. Sorry, T and kids, but I have never felt such intense joy/relief in my entire life. Never. I only told T about this dream a few days ago. I wonder why I kept it to myself so long?Share on Facebook