I Have a Dream

Two dreams actually. Those who know me well enough can testify how I sleep like a rock and not even a screaming baby can wake me up. (My wife didn’t really appreciate this when our two boys were still babies). I’ve had my share of nightmares and bad dreams, and normally they don’t wake me up either.

But last night I had an unusual experience. I went to bed around 11 pm, another out of the ordinary event for those that know me. I’m not sure how long it took for me to fall asleep, but before I know it I’m riding my motorcycle in heavy traffic and all of a sudden the truck in front of me comes to an immediate and sudden stop and I plow right into the back of it at high speed. That’s when I woke up, heart beating rapidly. It was a very realistic experience, and I look at the clock to see it wasn’t even midnight yet. I don’t normally dream that early in my sleep cycle. I calm down and go back to sleep.

And I’m on my motorcycle again. This time there is no traffic in front of me. I’m still driving at high speed, and I attempt to make a sharp turn. But the bike loses traction and I wipe out. And wake up. Again. Heart racing. The first time is weird and unusual. The second time, I don’t know what to make of it.

Is God trying to tell me something? Is the enemy trying to mess with my mind? Am I supposed to sell the motorcycle now? Am I supposed to write my will and tell my family I love them? I have no idea what it means.

~ by Daniel Koster on June 28, 2008.