“I think that all things, in their way, reflect heavenly truth, the imagination not least.” ~ C.S. Lewis
Still tossing and turning, dreams crept in and transported me away from pain, insomnia, and sounds of Jay St. I found myself with others trying to get to Central Park in New York City. We got trapped in a market place. We solved a mystery. And we never reached the park.
As I rolled out of bed after an hour of telling Alexa to snooze (I call her Echo now), I wondered what the dream was about. I know I want to visit New York. I want to discover all the wonders within, attend plays and musicals, and explore the park.
Do I take time and research what this dream means? Do I chalk it up to another moment that will pass before lunch? Do I write about it–oops.
What if I were to give the dream and my questions up to God? What then? C.S. Lewis famously wrote “joy is the serious business of heaven.” So is the dream a part of my heart seeking joy or heavenly truth? I am not sure.
But I did realize that I shouldn’t dwell on it, but instead write it down so that if/when I start writing a fiction piece I can use the dream for inspiration. I also gave my questions to my Father. He gifted me with this wonderful, at times confusing and epic, imagination and the need to share stories with others. Instead of looking for earthly answers and new age revelation, I choose to place my dreams in the hands of the Creator of all things. My waking hours are meant to serve others and Him.
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Really never saw dreams that way. Thanks. Love you dadadad