Dream Thirteen: Positioned to Receive

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 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 understand it yet.

I kept walking.

Then I saw what looked like a van and an RV combined like two vehicles in one. It passed by me at first, but then it turned around and came back. My oldest son was there, and my youngest daughter. My son got on with me, but when I turned to get my daughter, she was gone.

Panic hit me instantly.

I couldn’t find her.

But somehow, in the dream, even though I was panicking, there was also this quiet knowing that I would eventually find her. That part confused me, because in real life, I would never move forward without all of my children. I would’ve never gotten on that vehicle without her.

But I did.

Inside, I remember looking at my son. His face said everything; he was afraid, but he didn’t say a word. Then the driver asked him for his weapon. He hesitated, but eventually gave it to him. I remember the weapon had a purple covering on it, almost like a protective case.

We arrived at a place filled with people, and I found myself wondering where the rest of my children were. Only my first and my last were present in the dream, and that stayed with me.

Then the scene shifted.

I saw my ex-husband, and we became intimate. It was intense, emotional, and then I woke up.

Reflection

When I sat with this dream, I realized it wasn’t meant to be taken at face value. It felt spiritual, like layers of meaning were hidden inside of it.

What stood out to me the most was how I positioned myself to receive something that others didn’t. I didn’t fully understand what I caught, but I knew it mattered. It made me think about how God can place things in our path, covering, protection, and preparation, and we won’t always recognize it in the moment.

The objects falling gently from the sky reminded me of the promise of the Comforter, how what is sent from above is not forced, but given with care, received by those who are open.

It also made me reflect on control.

As a mother, I’m used to protecting, holding everything together, and making sure everyone is accounted for. But in the dream, I had to move forward without having everything in place, and that felt unnatural to me. Still, there was a quiet sense of trust that things would come back together.

Even my son’s fear silently spoke to me. The kind you can feel without words.

And the moment with my ex-husband… I don’t see it as desire, but as a reminder of connection, history, and what once was. Some bonds leave an imprint, even when you’re no longer meant to stay there.

This dream felt like a message about transition.

About being in a space where I don’t fully understand everything yet, but I’m still being guided.

About receiving what I need before I even know why I need it.

About learning to trust God, even in the unfamiliar.

And maybe most of all…

About being positioned to receive.

Scriptures:

“So the last shall be first, and the first last…” — Matthew 20:16

“But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things…” — John 14:26

“For we walk by faith, not by sight.” — 2 Corinthians 5:7


-ToniRay 


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