My dream.

I love that my blog is mine so I can share things many wouldn't dream of telling, like their dreams.

"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." ~Hebrews 11:1

I had a dream last Wednesday night and I've been reluctant to share it until now (4 days later) in fear you will think I've totally lost my mind.  After I woke up I didn't want to get out of bed because I wanted to keep re-playing it in my mind and I didn't want to ever forget.  I had to get it out of my head and on paper (so to speak) so I wrote it out in an email to my trusted friend. Later in the day I had to share it with a few people, but it obviously didn't affect them the same way it affected me. (I think they think I'm nuts but didn't want to tell me.)

It. Was. So. Real.

I wrote this to my friend about an hour later.

"I'm at my brother's house. I spent the night here last night. Dave is declining and has been in worse pain (11 on a scale of 1-10). His wife, Pattie wanted me to stay with them so I did. He is on a ton of added liquid morphine and sleeps all the time. He went down so much since I saw him just one week ago. He is so frail. I had the weirdest dream ever just a little while ago. I want to get it down so I don't forget...  
I was trying to fall back asleep when they called me out to the living room. I saw him sitting on the couch with tears in his eyes. To my left on the other side of the room was a very bright light shining directly on him. I didn't know where to look (at the light or at Dave). I looked at Dave and all of a sudden in his tears he raised his right arm straight up with his fist up like in victory. He was still in tears. I tried to go over to him to give him a hug but he shook his head and tried to say no, don't come close. Then I saw a floating set of strong muscular arms with a body but no face going near him as to pick him up. Then the floating figure went into the other bedroom for a quick minute to "kiss" something or someone then came across the hallway to my room. I had my face tiled to look straight up at it. It was kind of like a horse. All I could say was "Thank you" in a whisper because I was so honored that it came to visit me when Dave was out in the other room with tears streaming down his cheeks. It stayed near me for longer than the other room.  It circled around me for a little bit. Then it started to change it's shape and get kind of scary looking, but I couldn't make it out. Then it disappeared. I heard Dave's (real) voice say, "Good Morning" in the perkiest voice ever! Then I heard him talking to Pattie and she told him I had spent the night. I just laid there running the whole scenario over and over again and it still feels like it was real. When I came out to the living room Pattie  told me he got up to go to the bathroom for a second and said "Good Morning" the way he always used to, then went right back to bed, held his stomach and laid back down. Now he is sleeping. I believe it was God who visited us and came to me to personally Bless me. I can't explain it any other way. I haven't shared it with anyone because they might think I'm crazy. Isn't that cool? It was the most real dream I have ever had in my life. What a gift as I sit here with them."

Since then I've thought about it many times.  God understands and knows exactly what we are going through and has compassion on us. He is the head-lifter. He is with us on Dave's good days and his not-so-good days. I used to Hope God was real but now I know He is real. I swear. It's okay if you think I'm nuts. :)