But this weekend, I had a dream and I wrote it down quickly so I would remember it. Please excuse the rambling nature. I'm editing it a little, but I was in a frenzy when I wrote it down:
I was sitting with Lauren (A friend of mine) in a library and she was pointing to these two girls and telling me how annoying they were. I would look over at the girls and they could hear her talking and were looking directly at us. Nicky (my best friend in 4th grade) came up and was talking to me and Lauren said something else and Nicky was like, 'whats' your problem?' and I asked Lauren to stop talking about the girls and she did. One of them walked up and took the food from my hands (you know how in dreams things just happen? Yes. Here is one of those things) and told me to follow her. And I tried to, but we were walking through a fair on Ashland's campus (this is where I went to college) and I couldn't catch up and I lost her. Then someone else holding food walked by and I asked if she knew where the other girl was, but she didn't. She led me in a different direction and I just wandered around. People were trying to tell me which way to go, until finally I picked up a watch that wasn't mine. I figured out that I had picked up the wrong watch and went to return it to the man who owned it and he said, 'Everyone is waiitng for you outside! It's a French dinner out on the lawn!' And he started to direct me towards the door and I kept saying, 'But I'm not dressed nice enough! I didn't bring any clothes nicer than this!' And he's telling me about how nice the dinner is going to be and that he understands that girls don't share, but that it'll be okay and just kept walking me towards the door while I tried to tell him I could find something to change into so that I would like better. And then I woke up.
When I woke up, I had this intense feeling that God was telling me that I would know what I wanted to know soon. That I would understand what I was doing or where I was going.
Then I started to think about it and I was like, 'Maybe it means I'm going to die? Maybe Heaven is the nice dinner party?' But I think I may have been over thinking that part of it. Of course, I can't overlook the part where I'm telling the man that I don't look nice enough.
Have you ever woken up from a dream and just felt overwhelmed with emotion?