It’s spinning out of control, the brakes aren’t working, and my screams and tears make no difference. The motor home that is. My grandparents have this huge motorhome. I have never driven it, but last night I had a dream that ensures I never will. I am riding with my grandpa, driving their giant motor home. Everything is going great when suddenly we are at a dead end road- a cul-de-sac with European style homes built close together and small- in fact, in my dream the houses were actually shorter than the motor home. I try to stop, but the brakes aren’t working. I am forced to continue driving in a circle at way to fast for the tiny space speeds trying desperately to get it to stop without crashing. I am screaming for my grandpa to help me and he is sitting relatively calmly trying to say something that I am totally not comprehending. It seems like forever that I am pressing the brake pedal and driving in circles in this monstrous vehicle, when finally my grandpa bends over in front of me and pulls out a pillow from beneath the brake pedal. I press the brake and we come to a stop. I woke up sweating and shaking and trying to convince myself that this dream that seemed so real a minute ago wasn’t.
But I am glad I had this dream. It is an analogy of my life at this moment. The brakes have been pushed finally, but now what? I was driving my own life and was stuck in a cul-de-sac of sin- one particular sin. I was stuck spinning in circles trying to stop and God kept reaching out to me, but it was only when I finally let go and gave God the room to pull out the pillow that things came to a stop. I wish the dream had continued with my grandpa taking over the driving or something hopeful like that. But it didn’t. But it gives me hope anyway, because it offers me in a few minutes of dreaming the chance to reflect and realize that things have progressed. Change has been made, and the challenge now is to be willing to let God take over the wheel. This sounds so cliche and in most cases I would totally hate this, but it fits with my dream.
I don’t know that God talks to us in audible ways like conversing with another human being. But I have absolutely no doubt that God communicates with us in ways beyond our human understanding, and while not all dreams are necessarily God speaking to me, I think God still speaks to us in dreams just as he did in the Bible.
