A Dream

I had a dream the other night, that I believe had spiritual significance.  It was busy, to the point of chaotic, yet held a constant.  Everything I was doing and every place I was going, seemed to be detaining me from my actual priority.  Needless to say, I awoke with a start!  The apparent purpose throughout the entire dream was to attend a funteral to give a eulogy that evening, but I had to "get there" and that was beyond difficult.

Upon my agreement to this task, I was then told the location had been changed, but they couldn't tell me where it would be held.  I suddenly realized I was unsure how to accomplish the task to which I'd agreed.  I didn't know where the service was.  I didn't know how to get there, as my location seemed unfamiliar, and I was on foot with a walking stick.  The only thing familiar in the dream was my walking stick. Throughout the entire dream, I was in different scenarios asking people where the funeral was to be held.  Many had no idea what to tell me, while others seemed to send me on a what seemed like wild goose chases.  At one point, a hearse came into view and I thought I'd found the location, but it was still distant and I was unable to access a direct route.

Through this dream, I found myself at some sort of long term care facility asking directions, more than one restaurant, a gas station, a convenience store; all to no avail.  I also clearly remember walking by casinos, which are in abundance in my area; but not entering to ask directions.  The search was scenic at times, and at other times grueling.  Thankfully, the weather was decent throughout my dream, even pleasant.

As the sun was moving across the southern sky, I found myself still wandering.  In my mind, I knew I still had chores to do at evening and get cleaned up before the service.  I had to find the funeral home and then get to Goshen in time to get my work done and get back to the funeral home.  The thought also entered my mind that perhaps I could just get cleaned up at the funeral home and do chores after the funeral.  Seriously, this dream was both chaotic and frustrating, but strangely never hopeless.

Whether this ends right or wrong for those reading, I awoke without arriving at my destination.  I truly believe the chaos was just too much to sleep through, and my own voice asking directions, awakened me.  I was talking in my sleep.  Immediately though, I was aware that although I have died to self and continue to do so, I had to die to a long held tradition.  Holding to this tradition became a stronghold that was actually keeping me busy and distracted, rather than focused and directed.  It was later confirmed that I absolutely had to let go of this bondage of tradition which is revered in our society.

In dying to self, there was an area in my life in which I was surrendering to religious tradition rather than my King.  I'm sharing this, because there may be others clinging to a similar seemingly good tradition that is, in reality, a bondage.

Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness? . . . Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you, And will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters, saith EL Shaddai.  II Corinthians 6:14, 18-19