A Dream

I’m on a rafting trip with some friends. It’s dusk and I decide to go for a quick run by myself. As I’m drifting along, I hear some big splashes. The way I would say the sound is “baloosh.” At first I think it’s fish jumping. Then I realize someone has thrown large rocks at me from the bank. I can’t see who it is. This both scares and angers me.

I decide I need to report this. So I start to head to the bank. The river is flowing swift, maybe even rapids, I can’t remember. But I’m having a difficult time landing the raft, so I decide to jump from the raft to the shore. That’s what I do. When I get to the shore, I realize that my raft is still headed down stream, headed for the ocean eventually. This is going from bad to worse.

I hurry to a phone booth, but don’t know who to call. 911 seems a bit extreme, so I try to figure out how to call the local police, but I can’t find the number in the phonebook.

So I go to a local establishment, seems like a restaurant or pub. I have a hard time getting people’s attention and help. I see someone (male) that is in a uniform that has “security” on it. I head down some stairs to a lower level where that person was. I have to wait in some line to get directions to security. The person giving directions points behind her to where I need to go to security. I go to a door and open it and stick my head into a conference room that has a bunch of business people in a meeting. No extra seats and they all look at me like I’m interrupting. Obviously the wrong room. Go back and find out I went passed the right door. When I go to the right door I open it to find three women in a small, narrow room, no windows, and they all look like they’re sowing. They’re “security” and they all get up and come over to me to hear about my problem. I’m surprised that it’s all women, and as I remember, a bit concerned about this. Not a major theme, but I do remember it.

End of dream. I wake up and clearly remember the dream and sense it’s a dream of importance.

Years back I started to pay attention to dreams. I believe many are not significant, but there are those with a lot of energy and easily remembered. To these I pay careful attention.

I do three things with these dreams. Got this from the book Dreams and Spiritual Growth: A Christian Approach to Dreamwork. Also did some reading from Morton Kelsey and some other stuff. Anyway, first I give the dream a title. So this dream I might title “Attacked On The River and Looking for Security.” Then I name the themes. So with this dream some themes are:
• Traveling – rafting trip
• Being attacked – someone throwing rocks
• Loss – the raft
• Problem solving
• Looking for help - security
Finally, I name the emotions I experienced. Fear, anger, frustration, disorientation, surprise, hmmmm…there was also peace and relaxation as I was rafting until someone threw the rocks at me.

That’s as far as I usually go. I have some ideas what’s up with this dream, but I don’t usually write that stuff out. I think that’s because if I do I might stop the dream emerging and doing work in me. I’m might write about it a while later when it’s pretty much played out.

I’m grateful for dreams. I think it’s an amazing way that God speaks to us. And often times it an experience of ‘crazy time.”