For the most part, I don’t remember any of my dreams. A few times in my life, though, I felt like a dream was a message of some kind. One time, a dream left me paralyzed in fear but encouraged. I don’t know how to explain it.
Today:
I tend to hit the snooze button too many times. The second to last snooze smashing this morning sent me into a short, odd, dream. I was in the pasture outside my childhood home. I was hanging out with some friends I’ve made in the last few years. I some point I’m walking past the trees in the front yard and notice that everywhere I walk, the grass turns from dead and brown to green. As if there was life giving light shining out from me. There were “shadows” of still dead grass behind the trees. I see a particularly dead patch of grass and go step in it to see what happens. The grass grows, the dead grass crumples and falls, bugs begin to come and eat the dead grass, birds begin to come and eat the bugs. I go to climb a fence and look out over the pasture and see everything dead is falling over and something alive is growing to take it’s place. As I stare, I am amazed at it.