Now, I can’t speak for other dreamers, I can only speak for myself. But I am experiencing a whole new appreciation for my sleep and dreamtime that I’ve never known before. It’s an amazing place to be. For me, it seems to be best defined as: existing momentarily in that place where the physical meets the spiritual. I say that because a handful of my dreams seem to somehow manifest themselves in the literal physical realm for me. Something takes place in the dream, and when I wake, for a brief moment I experience it in the physical. The painful touch on my hip was one of those dreams, where the Lord revealed to me the time of Jacob’s trouble (see: http://wp.me/p2CV0l-TH).
During another dream, Jesus fed me food from his very fingertips…when I woke up, I could literally taste it’s sweetness on my tongue for a brief moment; I’ll share that dream soon.
Amid alot of venom, rancor, and cruelty from those who think dreams are just brain farts – I am experiencing a unique and boundless relationship with my Savior Jesus. Let the scoffers have their fun and waste their time belittling and berating me; because each night I fall asleep, I spend quality, alone time with Yeshua.