Temecula, CA- Ever since I was a small child, I often would have a dream about once a year, that would be unlike most of my other dreams. These dreams would be so vivid and amazing, that when I would wake up, I would be shocked that the events that took place were all just a dream.
Last night, I had one of these dreams. It felt so realistic. The events that took place seemed as alive as when I'm awake. Sure, I've had violent nightmares and dreams brought on by post-traumatic stress from combat, but these particular dreams I'm talking about would be pleasant. It's usually the violent dreams that are vivid and clear. But every now and then, like last night, I will have a pleasant dream that would be remarkable.
Well, it was so remarkable, that when I woke from it, I was devastated. My heart fell and I just laid there looking up at the ceiling. I was so emotionally crushed, I couldn't bring myself to move. I tried what most people try to do. I closed my eyes and hoped I'd resume the dream.
Today, leaving work, I was at a stop light and looked to my left. I saw an open field. The setting sun casted a beautiful glow on the amber waves of grain. The beautiful reflection reminded me of this dream I had last night.
The life I live is not easy. I am constantly at war and moving from battlefield to battlefield. (These days, I speak symbolically) Maybe sometimes when I have dreams like this, or see an image in the nature around me, it's really God giving me a break from these hard times.
Hopefully, later tonight, I can have another one of these grand, pleasant dreams, and escape this reality for just a moment.
"True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,..."
