Touched by God in a Dream
I don't usually write about dreams I have. The one I had last night was so vivid and so much like something out of The Shack that I wanted to share it with you all. Here it is as written in my journal: I had a really bizarre set of dreams last night. The first one had to do with a job of some sort, which had to do with a house that was being built, a garden, and something else I can't quite remember. I remember I was with a group of people who I was in charge of. Were we close friends? I don't know. We were all going on this adventure carrying things in our arms. I'm not sure what the things were that we were carrying. Maybe we were working on a project? Or maybe we were going on a journey and that was a stop along the way. At some point this dream shifted to me sort of waking up/becoming conscious in a kitchen and dining room of sorts with many photos, drawings, and other memorabilia. Someone was cooking. I wandered around for a while- I don't kn