I actually had two nightmares last night.
Reality:
Yesterday was a little rough. My boyfriend is leaving the country for 10 days so we celebrated our Christmas last night because we wouldn't get to be together on the actual day. And while the presents were fun, thoughtful and entertaining, the elephant of leaving was still in the room. I was worried about him flying and going to an unsafe dictated country.
Dream #1:
My boyfriend, Alberto and I headed into HEB to pick up a few items (that I did not actually know of). While we were in the store I decided I was uninterested in walking all the way to back of the store and then wait in the super long lines so we decided to split up and that I would look at girly things close to the front of the store to then wait in the line until he came so that we would be closer to getting out.
So, I was wrapping up my glance shopping in the hair-care section when I hear a gun shot. I immediately hit the floor and squiggle to the end of the aisle in an attempt to locate the gunman. I immediately spot him heading my way so I climb on the bottom, which happened to have sleeping bags on it. Hair care and sleeping bags? I hurriedly unzipped one that was laid out as an example and pushed myself into it. A few other people tried to do the same. We all pretended to be asleep. Why would people be asleep in a grocery store? The gunman headed around the corner onto the sleepy aisle. I had my eyes closed but I remember the feeling and vision I had of that gun pointing right at me as though my eyes had been wide open. He points the gun at me for about three solid seconds before he get startled at the sight of my sleeping face, says something I do not understand and then walks away.
I realize as he walks away and from having the eyes wide open image rather than the quiet of my sleeping mind, the gunman is my boyfriend's father.
Reality:
Alberto's father is an EXTREMELY nice man. He says hello to me and jokes with his kids. He seems to be a great provider and strength for his family. He is a student, a Christian and lives nowhere near the HEB I imagined us to be in within the duration of this dream.
Dream #1 cont'd:
He walks away and I am suddenly thankful and believe that I am close enough to the door that I could make a run for it when he was far enough away. Because even though I had known this person, he aimed a gun at me. He had shot someone already and seemed to be on a mission. Doesn't he worry that since I am in here his own son is as well? I am confused and frightened.
I lay there a while longer until I hear a gunshot on the far left side of the store toward the back. I would be out of sight if I ran to the opposite front exit. I decided to do it. I squirmed out of my sleeping bag and sprinted as fast as I could toward the exit. Why didn't I care for those next to me? Why didn't I invite them? Was I in shock? Or am I being selfish? I make it almost all the way to the door when I realize I left my satchel (Indiana Jones has one) lying next to my previously occupied sleeping bag. I turn back thinking I could call Alberto to tell him to run for it as well, hoping he was close enough to the other side of the store to head safely to that exit. I need the phone in my purse, my reason for heading back.
I grad the purse and still have enough belief that the gunman has not yet moved that I don't hesitate at all to run back toward that exit. I hit the door and I felt that cold rush hit my skin. I did not feel better. I began going through scenarios of where Alberto was and if he was safe. Had he hidden or was he confronted? I decided against calling because if he was hidden his ringing phone may give him up. I felt completely helpless.
Suddenly I wondered why nobody exited with me. I felt alone and worried that I was alone. I immediately had the thought there is another gunman outside guarding the exit.
I spotted him.
Then I woke up.
End of dream.
The Bible speaks of dreams in Isaiah 29:8 when it says, "A hungry person dreams of eating but wakes up still hungry. A thirsty person dreams of drinking but is still faint from thirst when morning comes. So it will be with your enemies, with those who attack Mount Zion." You may dream of eating or drinking, but when you awake you are still empty. It may have appeared real, but it was not.
something else to consider here is that dreams are not necessarily supposed to mean anything.
Consider Ecclesiastes 5:7
"For in the multitude of dreams and many words there are also divers vanities: but fear thou God."
This verse tells us that a multitude of dreams can be worth absolutely nothing. We are not to trust in them, however real they seem; we are rather to fear God.
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