What's in a Dream?

Dreams.

I often wonder what they mean.


The other night I was falling. I was falling with my co-worker, my friend.

In mid-flight I said to him, "Well, I guess this is it." I remember feeling unexpectedly calm.

He was a little bit more perturbed, and responded with, "No! This can't be it!"

Feeling like I was floating rather than falling 100 mph toward the solid, rocky ground, I said, "I'm not afraid to die."

"It can't be our time yet!" he yelled.

Suddenly, a parachute came out of nowhere, and each of us struggled to reach the strings. It wouldn't fully open.

As I continued to fall, I thought about why he was so upset about slamming into a solid, rocky ground that would literally shatter every bone in his body as he hit it. I knew that he knew that his mangled, physical body would mean nothing once he died. I knew that he knew that when he hit that ground and passed from this life into the next, he would be safe in the arms of Jesus. I knew that he knew this, so why was he fighting death?

In the split second that I had left before I hit the ground, I thought about his fiance', and instantly knew why he was wasn't ready to leave this world yet.

I closed my eyes. A white light.

I smiled, and hit. No pain. There were arms that caught me. Mighty, yet so gentle.


I don't know what this dream means, but I do know that I am safe in the arms of God now and after I leave this world. Forever.

"I give them (people that follow Jesus) eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand." John 10:28-29