“The prophet who has a dream may relate his dream, but let him who has My word speak My word in truth. What does straw have in common with grain? (Jeremiah 23:28)”
Some people are so frustrated when nothing bad is happening around them that they manufacture it out of nothing.
They dream up trouble.
I don’t normally remember dreams, but this one I did.
A few weeks ago, I took an afternoon nap of nearly three hours. That week, I’d been attending the Southern Baptist Convention in Houston, Texas, some six hours away. After driving there Sunday and returning home Wednesday, in between, I had sketched nonstop for some 25 hours total and was worn to a frazzle.
In the dream, Margaret and I were adults riding the school bus home for some reason. As the driver stopped in front of our house, Margaret got off while I busily set about gathering up all our packages. I told the driver I’d be just a minute. As he pulled away, I called to say I was still on board and that I had asked him to give me a second. He said, “I didn’t hear you,” and added that it was now against the rules for him to stop the bus and let me out.
That’s how I ended up riding with him back to the bus barn. While there–remember, this is just a dream–some employees of the school system came outside to inform me that they were entitled to “one-tenth” of the money I was supposed to fork over for my release.
I awakened with a strong sense of the unfairness of this system, feeling that someone needed to get in touch with the school board members because surely drivers are allowed to let people off at unscheduled stops. Besides, employees are not allowed to scam their captured riders.
“It’s just a dream,” I kept saying until the frustration dissipated.
That was so silly. “Where did it come from,” I wondered.
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