In the past 35 days I've had 4 dreams about guns; the first one I got shot and was dying, the second one I was sleeping with a gun in order to hide it from some people who were trying to kill me, the third I was outside of a college and some guy started shooting and almost killed one of my friends, and the fourth I was at a gas station that was being robbed, and outside the window I could see a group of guys with guns standing by the gas pumps.
I've had so many dreams come true in the past, it's not even funny... mostly. ; )
But in the summer of 2006 I had about four bad dreams (that I can remember) come true. I don't assume every dream I have is gonna come true now, but I can't say that I don't have the fear that it might sometimes.
I don't expect that I'll be shot or robbed just because I'm having these dreams, but I am without a doubt afraid of guns right now... and certain people in white shirts.
But all this makes me wonder... Why don't any of my good dreams ever happen? I mean, one time I had a dream that Tom Welling, while kneeling on one knee, said to me: "One day, Johanna, you will be successful..." (then he flew away).
Or how about the dream where my 15-year-old brother became this strong, prayer warrior Christian? Or where my friend stands up in the middle of church, smiling, and says: "I'll pray!"?
I'm at a point in my life where I'm really questioning the meaning of dreams. I keep going through seasons where I have repetitive dreams for a little while before it changes to another theme, and then repeats itself.
What do my dreams mean and is it stupid of me to fear the bad ones?
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
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