A Dream

June 6, 2011

It is 0415 am in the morning. I just awoke from a dream. In it, I was with my dad in, he was driving my car. We were on the way to a concert or something that I was involved in. We remembered that we needed to pick up the drummer who was playing with us that night and so, we turned around.

Upon arriving at the drummer’s house we had to turn around again, but the street was very narrow with very deep ditches on either side. So during my dad’s three point turnaround the car ends up in the ditch, rear end first. We are on our backs looking straight up in the air.

We get out of the car. There is no danger. The car is just stuck, facing straight up. There is no water or anything. We just stand there wondering what to do next.

The crucial part of the dream is in this moment, and what I feel. I am discouraged, and this feeling seems to transcend the dream into real life. My dad, surprisingly, is very calm and seems to know what I am thinking, which is, why did God let this happen?

Now I’m wondering why I was blaming God in this dream? I even sensed a little anger. I even remember thinking just before waking up, “I’m afraid to encourage others to trust Him, for fear that he might not come through.”

I consider myself one who trusts God. Yet in this dream I am clearly frustrated with Him…