Dreaming
So, I had this dream that has been on my mind. I can't shake the feelings it left me. I decided I needed to record it.
We have all had dreams that seem so real that it is hard to tell the difference between dream and reality. Well, I have had them. That is what this one was like.
I was dreaming that I was sleeping peacefully, see reality vs. dream, when suddenly the Mutt started going crazy. She was off the bed and flying to the study. This is not uncommon. She often does this just to get me out of bed so she can curl up in a warm spot next to the Queen. It always works for her. She knows that I will get up to tell her to hush or to see what the commotion is all about.
Well, in this dream it worked. I jumped out of bed and followed her to the study. She was up on the window barking at something outside. I looked out the window to find that our neighbors across the street appeared to be moving. I watched for few minutes and thought about them. Suddenly my mind was filled with conversations our family and ward councils had about this family, about how they were going through some rough times, and how we had been asked and were praying for them as a family. This is how I knew it was a dream when I woke up, because we have not had these discussions.
Anyway, I told the mutt to go back to bed and turned to go there myself. That is when I realized that our front door was open. This was strange. I also noticed that the window was cracked open and the screen had been sliced along one side and the bottom. Maybe the Mutt was trying to tell me more than I was seeing.
I closed the door, locked the window, and started towards the bedroom when I was confronted by the little boy across the street and his mother. They were coming from the kitchen with a bag of food, not a lot, just enough to make a meal.
The dream got a little crazy from here, but the feelings that lingered were the feelings of seeing them standing there with a bag of food. They were not stealing our TV, computer, money, jewelry or anything else, they were just hungry. I wondered how long they had been doing this. Had they been taking little bits of food from the house and we were thinking it was the boys raiding the pantry. I wondered if the empty boxes in the storage room were a result of them and not midnight snacking from the bottomless pits we call children.
I woke up, rolled over and went back to sleep.
As we bowed our heads over breakfast, the feelings suddenly filled my heart and mind again. We were praying for several, but what were we doing for them? Do we sometimes feel that praying is enough, so we stop doing? I have been filled with the feeling that I need to do more.
This has been on my mind for a while. Last night, I was reading Mosiah 3- 4 and hit with it again. We hear about panhandlers, homeless, widows, sickness, and need. I started wondering which side of that fence do I stand. Is it because I don't have that I don't, because I think they have put themselves in the predicament they are in that I don't, or because I just don't know what to do, so I don't?
Where are you? I am trying to figure it out.
We have all had dreams that seem so real that it is hard to tell the difference between dream and reality. Well, I have had them. That is what this one was like.
I was dreaming that I was sleeping peacefully, see reality vs. dream, when suddenly the Mutt started going crazy. She was off the bed and flying to the study. This is not uncommon. She often does this just to get me out of bed so she can curl up in a warm spot next to the Queen. It always works for her. She knows that I will get up to tell her to hush or to see what the commotion is all about.
Well, in this dream it worked. I jumped out of bed and followed her to the study. She was up on the window barking at something outside. I looked out the window to find that our neighbors across the street appeared to be moving. I watched for few minutes and thought about them. Suddenly my mind was filled with conversations our family and ward councils had about this family, about how they were going through some rough times, and how we had been asked and were praying for them as a family. This is how I knew it was a dream when I woke up, because we have not had these discussions.
Anyway, I told the mutt to go back to bed and turned to go there myself. That is when I realized that our front door was open. This was strange. I also noticed that the window was cracked open and the screen had been sliced along one side and the bottom. Maybe the Mutt was trying to tell me more than I was seeing.
I closed the door, locked the window, and started towards the bedroom when I was confronted by the little boy across the street and his mother. They were coming from the kitchen with a bag of food, not a lot, just enough to make a meal.
The dream got a little crazy from here, but the feelings that lingered were the feelings of seeing them standing there with a bag of food. They were not stealing our TV, computer, money, jewelry or anything else, they were just hungry. I wondered how long they had been doing this. Had they been taking little bits of food from the house and we were thinking it was the boys raiding the pantry. I wondered if the empty boxes in the storage room were a result of them and not midnight snacking from the bottomless pits we call children.
I woke up, rolled over and went back to sleep.
As we bowed our heads over breakfast, the feelings suddenly filled my heart and mind again. We were praying for several, but what were we doing for them? Do we sometimes feel that praying is enough, so we stop doing? I have been filled with the feeling that I need to do more.
This has been on my mind for a while. Last night, I was reading Mosiah 3- 4 and hit with it again. We hear about panhandlers, homeless, widows, sickness, and need. I started wondering which side of that fence do I stand. Is it because I don't have that I don't, because I think they have put themselves in the predicament they are in that I don't, or because I just don't know what to do, so I don't?
Where are you? I am trying to figure it out.
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