Dream Journal Series

 Recently, I had a dream that stayed with me long after I woke up, not because I fully understood it, but because I felt it. I was walking down a long back road, surrounded by other people. There were trees on both sides and a stretch of street ahead of us, like we were all heading somewhere, but no one was rushing. It felt like a journey, quiet, steady, and in-between. As I continued walking, something unusual began to happen. Clear, plastic-like objects started falling from the sky. They weren’t dropping fast; they floated down slowly, almost gently. I remember feeling like I needed one, like it was important. So I positioned myself to catch one. Not everyone caught one. But I did. When I held it in my hands, I studied it closely, turning it, trying to understand what it was. It was clear, with a rubbery texture. At first, I thought it might be a vest, and that thought made me feel like maybe a flood was coming, like this was something meant for protection, even if I didn’t fully...

  One night, I dreamed I was getting married in a small building. A tall man stood beside me—my groom, I assumed—but I couldn’t see his face. Perhaps I wasn’t meant to. I only saw his back, dressed in a black suit. I was wearing a white dress. I then realized I was standing on a wobbling chair, my arms stretched out as if I were walking a tightrope in a circus—trying to keep my balance. Suddenly, the man grabbed my arm, and I became still. That was it. Reflection I have never forgotten this dream. I remember it with clarity, as if it happened just last night. At the time, I believed it was a sign that I would soon be married—or that God was showing me the marriage meant for me. From that point on, every man I met made me wonder if he could be “the one.” I believe God does reveal glimpses of the future. But looking back, I now ask different questions. Was God showing me something He desired—or something I would choose? Was it a promise, or a preview of a decisio...