I don’t know why I ever get into a vehicle in my dreams. Because no vehicle in my dreams has ever, ever had brakes that function. Every ride turns into a harrowing experience. So why don’t I just say, “No thanks, I’ll walk.” If I had to maintain insurance coverage for my “dream cars”, the premiums would be enormous by now.
The Bible is full of dreamers: Jacob, Gideon, Solomon, Nebuchadnezzar, Joseph of the Old and New Testaments. Old Testament Joseph built a career interpreting dreams; New Testament Joseph merely got married, then embarked on international travel. Even characters with minor supporting parts had dreams: Abimelech, Laban, Pharaoh’s baker and cupbearer. Straight up messages from God, these dreams. The Bible says so: “Hear my words: When there are prophets among you, I the Lord make myself known to them in visions; I speak to them in dreams.” (Numbers 12:6)
If my dreams convey messages, I don’t think they’re from God. If they are, then God must think I didn’t finish the third grade. I’m not clueless: when I dream of playing racquetball, the court is always filled with furniture. I get it—my life is too cluttered. Duh. When I dream that I’m leading worship in my underwear, I take it as a reminder to always get dressed before leaving for church on Sunday. My dreams don’t appear to require God-level input.
I don’t pray for God to guard me from the evils that lurk in the dark. “If I should die before I wake” doesn’t seem to be a nightly threat to me. I’m not saying God skips the night shift regarding me. When I wake in the morning just before the alarm goes off, having had a good night’s sleep, that sleep feels like a gift from God. I certainly didn’t earn it; it was not the result of any concerted effort to rest nor definitely not a clear conscience about the day before. It was pure gift, total grace. Besides, I’m a little grateful that God doesn’t take me on as a 24-hour round-the-clock project. “Give it a rest, Fry,” is good enough for me.
If I missed whatever messages God sent me via my dreams, I wouldn’t be the first to sleep through a good sermon.