Over the years I have had plenty of reoccurring dreams,
most of them have been about elevators and escalators where I always get off on
the same floor. Reflective of the level of stuck-ness I always felt in those
years. It has been quite a while since I have had one of those dreams.
However, last night I had a dream that I was in labor. This
new dream intrigued me… why would I have a dream about being in labor? At 48 I have
little desire to be pregnant so I am pretty sure it wasn't about having
children.
When I got a chance today I Googled it. Dreamdoze.com
said that, “Giving birth means that you are birthing something new in your
life. This could be a new idea, relationship or project. It represents the
start of something new in your life; possibly a major event. The labor
represents the effort you are putting forth to deliver what has been growing
inside of you. The emergency in the dream means you have some anxiety about the
new events that are about to take place in your life.”
Oh, wow! That so fits!
I was always told to identify the predominant feeling
when interpreting a dream. The intensity of the pain of birthing mixed with the
excitement of the coming birth were both dominant in my dream last night. Enough
so that I was still unsettled when I woke up to go to work and it was still on my mind as I drove to Indy for work this morning.
So if the dream is not about having a child, then what is
being birthed? An interesting question. A question that I am not sure I have
all the answers for yet.
Back in July 2013 I read this posting by Sanctus Real on
facebook, it said, “If you don’t see hope, ask God for a new vision.” I remember praying and asking God for a new
vision. A few weeks later I was asked to move from my apartment. I really didn't think the answer
was going to be having to move from the comfortable safety of where I was living.
But it was in the very process of having to move that something
was impregnated in me. A new way of being in relationship with God and others,
a new way of trusting, a peace, a solidness…. of course that is still mixed with
fear, loneliness and old patterns of relating but I don’t feel as thrown by those
things any more.
2014 brings with it an anticipation of both the strain/pain
in the birthing process as well as a jittering level of excitement. Where will
God show himself to me this year? What are his plans for me? Oh Father, give me a vision.
