I’ve often wondered whether dreams have meaning. Good dreams, bad dreams, sometimes just plain crazy dreams. Random and capricious, dreams often leave me to think that they don’t have meaning. And then an unforgettable one comes like one did last night, and I have to revise my opinion. This one contained truth in it.
The dream begins at a party:
I am in Cambodia at a village. Thy’s mother is there and she looks better than I have ever seen her–like a new woman. You have to understand that she is a widow and a Khmer Rouge survivor who has seen more hard times than most people do in their lifetime. In the dream, she was positively glowing.
With a big smile on her face she said to me, “Dustin, we are so glad you are here. You have something to tell us all. Why don’t you tell us now?” She looks so beautiful, vibrant, just lovely. And the way that she asks the question leaves me no choice but to speak to the people at the gathering.
As the crowd settles in to listen, I stand there and think, “What do I have to talk about?” It is yet another situation in which I find myself in front of people having prepared nothing to say (true to life)! But I feel at home and don’t fret. I look around for something to trigger thoughts and notice that I am holding a milk carton. I take a swig, notice how fresh and sweet it tastes, and then begin to talk to the group of Cambodians.
“You see this carton of milk. It tastes so good, and is fresh and sweet. The milk is here to nourish our bodies and minds–to renew and restore us for life.” I take the milk to Thy’s mom, and ask her to smell it. She does, smiles, and says that it smells good. Then I ask her, “Now, what would happen to the milk if I left it out for two weeks?”
She replied, “It would smell very bad, and get lumpy, and spoil. You wouldn’t be able to drink it any more.”
“That’s right,” I replied. “This is the way of good things in the world. For a while they are with us and we can enjoy them, but often they eventually spoil.
“There is only one thing in life that is good that will remain good for us forever. You see, the milk is like Jesus–fresh and sweet. He is nourishment for our minds and hearts, restores our broken spirit and soul, but he will never go bad. He is always good, and will never leave us or turn on us.”
I woke up amazed both by the dream’s clarity and the lesson in it. The Bible says that the word of God is nourishing, like both milk and meat. Oddly enough, I don’t drink milk, and neither do Cambodians. They used to tease and say that foreigners have a dairy smell to them, like cheese!
Dreams are strange things, but I believe that they also have a purpose. Sometimes the are just dreams. But sometimes they contain lessons, purpose, and truth. And why not?
And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God….
What do you think? Have you had dreams that taught you something, or changed your life in some way?