I recently read somewhere that a new author should never write dream sequences in their fiction. I can’t even remember the rationale for it. I just know that I can’t accept the idea because my dream life has changed my waking life so many times in such significant ways that I can’t discount it in my writing. It just happened again to me today.
I have been having a difficult time. I feel like I am falling and walking through a darkness right now. It is a combination between having to deal with my mother and a cluster migraine headache. I took some time off this afternoon to rest. As I was lying down trying to relax, I had a glimpse of a dream go through my head. I couldn’t remember exactly what the dream was. All I know was that what I dreamed helped me to understand things in my life. It helped put things in perspective and I knew exactly what I had to do and exactly how to do it. It was like all the puzzle pieces fit together. I just couldn’t remember the details of the dream. The strange part is just knowing that I had the dream gave me a sense of peace. In that moment, I literally felt a great weight beginning lifted from my chest. I still have the same problems. I still don’t know what my answers are. Yet, I feel like God gave me a glimpse what I already know. That there’s a light that going to lead me out of this darkness.
So, I can’t discount dreams. I’d like to believe that when I sleep, that’s when the universe speaks to me without my mind getting in the way. It’s that time of day when all the constraints of time and space and consciousness don’t get in the way of all the truths the universe is trying to tell me. I think that explains why my dreams are so difficult to remember and also why every once in a while my dreams are of future events. May we all find that guiding light to lead us out of the darkness.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
