I attach a bit more importance to dreams than most people do. The Bible tells us that some dreams (not all of them, but some) come to us from God. Some don’t; and it’s very hard to tell which is which.
I had a dream last night from which I was sorry to wake. I dreamed we went to a family holiday at Grandpa’s house. Everyone was there! In real life, almost all of our family has died. But in the dream–! Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and we even brought our cats along, Robbie and Peep. They behaved like angels in the car: that’s how I knew it was a dream.
Was this God speaking to me? He would have known I needed such a word. Was He showing me something? I can’t know for sure. That’s where faith comes in.
As I write this, my wife is reading me the nooze that came in with the email this morning.
That’s when I wish I would wake up.
I have had several dreams that I am sure came from the Lord. Some are comforting, and some are warning;instructions.
We are promised some wonderful things in the Bible. There are many people in my past that I hope to see again, in the restitution of all things.
After I ask the Lord to search my heart and see if anything hurtful is there, I then ask forgiveness. After that I ask Him to fill me with the Holy Spirit so that any dreams I have would be God-glorifying, encouraging to me, as well as being insightful thinking that perhaps our Heavenly Father may give me something like a word or an idea. I don’t get into interpreting dreams but I belong to the Lord and, well, He knows what’s going to be on my mind and in my dreams even before I go to sleep.