I would not at all consider myself the type of person who ponders on what dreams are all about. In fact I think I speak for most people when I say that I am lucky if I even remotely remember a dream upon awakening. However there are those remote instances where I will have a dream, a vivid one, and I am left wondering what the dream meant. Why do I think it meant anything? Well, number one...I refuse to believe that all that creative work that just occured was all for naught! Number two, because I do believe that God will communicate with us in creative and unconventional ways that will cause us to stop and think. So..what was my dream?
My dream had me as a pitcher in a softball game. I find this hilarious because the last time I pitched for any team was when I was in the Army and I pitched so lousy that the opposing team was cheering for me!
At any rate... I was the pitcher and though the dream did not commumicate such technicalities as "a no hitter" or a "strike out", the overall sensation of the dream was one of success. That is...until I lost my ball! Here I am standing on the pitchers mound with no ball to pitch . All of a sudden I see myself frantically searching for my lost ball. I looked in corners, under benches, under bags and all to no avail. In my frustration I looked at the ump and called a "time out" after which I ran off the field toward home to see if I could find my missing ball. And the frantic search continued there and though I did not find my ball I did find some other rather peculiar balls. I found lopsided balls. I found water balls. I found balls that were too soft or too small...I found every ball but mine and as I was standing in a room with an armfull of balls that only a dream could create, a question occured to me. "why don't you just ask the ump for a new ball?" Wow! What a revelation! So I hurriedly started a mad dash back to the game and all of a sudden a fearful thought struck me! What if they didn't wait...can timeouts last that long? And as I was approaching the field with that fearful wonder in my head, the dream ended and I was left without knowing how it all unfolded. Now of course commonsense tells us all that no timeout will last that long and that no pitcher is that stupid! But dreams are not about common sense are they? They are usually about something deep within us that needs attention.
So I am sharing this little two-bit dream with you because I believe it has some real significance...but I am having trouble putting it all together because I cannot relate it to anything currently relative in my life. At least as far as I can see. I am hoping that someone out there will bless me with a "Daniel" interpretation. I do have some ideas as to what the dream could have meant...nevertheless, I will wait to share them with other commenters should any choose to do so.
I wait for Daniel in the Kings court!
My dream had me as a pitcher in a softball game. I find this hilarious because the last time I pitched for any team was when I was in the Army and I pitched so lousy that the opposing team was cheering for me!
At any rate... I was the pitcher and though the dream did not commumicate such technicalities as "a no hitter" or a "strike out", the overall sensation of the dream was one of success. That is...until I lost my ball! Here I am standing on the pitchers mound with no ball to pitch . All of a sudden I see myself frantically searching for my lost ball. I looked in corners, under benches, under bags and all to no avail. In my frustration I looked at the ump and called a "time out" after which I ran off the field toward home to see if I could find my missing ball. And the frantic search continued there and though I did not find my ball I did find some other rather peculiar balls. I found lopsided balls. I found water balls. I found balls that were too soft or too small...I found every ball but mine and as I was standing in a room with an armfull of balls that only a dream could create, a question occured to me. "why don't you just ask the ump for a new ball?" Wow! What a revelation! So I hurriedly started a mad dash back to the game and all of a sudden a fearful thought struck me! What if they didn't wait...can timeouts last that long? And as I was approaching the field with that fearful wonder in my head, the dream ended and I was left without knowing how it all unfolded. Now of course commonsense tells us all that no timeout will last that long and that no pitcher is that stupid! But dreams are not about common sense are they? They are usually about something deep within us that needs attention.
So I am sharing this little two-bit dream with you because I believe it has some real significance...but I am having trouble putting it all together because I cannot relate it to anything currently relative in my life. At least as far as I can see. I am hoping that someone out there will bless me with a "Daniel" interpretation. I do have some ideas as to what the dream could have meant...nevertheless, I will wait to share them with other commenters should any choose to do so.
I wait for Daniel in the Kings court!
