Tuesday's Dream

 

 I had a dream this morning. It was so intense I had to get out of bed and write about it.
I don't know what year it was but I do know it was here on this earth. Visitors, aliens, had come to this earth. They looked liked humans but were far more advanced in their intellect. Their knowledge enabled them to create the most wondrous and powerful machines. One machine, in particular was radially arranged, in the shape of a star fish, with five arms radiating from a smooth, sunken area in its center which I perceived to be the cockpit. It stood a hundred feet tall. We were no match for these machines for with one swoop of a tentacle they could effortlessly uproot a skyscraper; and that is exactly what they did. Several of them attacked the area where I and many others called home.

  We hopelessly watched the slow, senseless destruction of our world. I remember some sort of battle occurring but I did not know who was fighting,but during the skirmish one of the star fish shaped machines fell down with a loud crash. I and a group of others ran to the site where the object had fallen and discovered the suit but no operator. Almost immediately people began to debate as to what should be done with the machine. Most wanted to find a way to destroy it. "Let's wear it", I said. I could tell by the looks of several people that they thought me to be out of my mind. I did not wait for a debate nor did I hesitate. I easily climbed into the smooth cockpit of the fallen star fish and as I did it came alive by my very thoughts. There were no instruments to manipulate, only the power of my mind was needed. I stood up in the star fish and was awestruck by the power it wielded. I felt god-like as I stood far above my amazed comrades. I turned and saw a group of the aliens in their star fish armor standing near the ruins of a city. I turned and ran towards them.

 
  I did not need to muster any amount of courage to write this dream and I don't care who may think I have gone off the deep end of sanity. You know as well as I do that our dreams are symbolic and that they convey, to us, messages that are often hidden in the recesses of our minds but cannot be exposed until we are asleep and our defensive consciousness is relaxed. I have already received an interpretation of my dream and I can tell you that it has confirmed many things and has given me courage to go towards the things that I seek.
It is now 3:41 a.m. And I must get back to sleep. I have to be up again at 5:30.

Have a good day and stay prayerful.
I love you all.
Dennis