I had a dream ...

If you have followed my blog on http://upsidedownchristianity.blogspot.com for any length of time, you know that my father left me at a young age. I never really think about him, and I definitely don't dream about him. EVER. He just wasn't a part of my life.

Until the other night.

My dream:

I was in a large car, possibly a cadillac sedan deville, with my father. We were in the nearest town to where I grew up, and we were downtown on the square. I was tired and sleepy, and he just wanted to go and do things, and I wanted to lay down on the big seats and sleep. Eventually we left without me getting any sleep and the next thing I know we're on foot walking on a dirt path that goes up a ridge. (I have no idea where we left the car) Someone else is with us, I do not know who, but they appear to be about the same age that I was in the dream  (young man, 20's). In the pathway I see them step over something and continue on and as I come upon it, I find a box of albums (vinyl, for you younger people) with bands that I loved in my younger years (Boston, Led Zep, Aerosmith) and I almost reached down to take it, but something told me it was a trap, leave it alone.

We walked on and soon my father and the other person were way ahead of me. I was approaching the side of the bridge where the bypass crosses the road into town. They are walking towards the direction of my hometown, and all of a sudden, a group of young men come out of the shadows. Dad and the other guy start to run, but I am cutoff from them. The hoodlum looking critters start advancing on me and one has a tubular object with a strap that is slung on his shoulder (almost like a LAW (light anti-tank weapon)) that is now pointing my direction. I try to retreat, but I am unable to go back.

Suddenly, a little girl (maybe 4 or 5 yrs old) rushes my direction from across the road and as she reaches me, the guy with the tube squirts a flammable liquid from the tube onto us both and a lighter or match (happened so quick I couldn't tell) was thrown our way and we instantly went up in flames.

I remember the heat of the fire, and the screams of the kid, and then I woke up.

Talk about weird. Now that is weird.

Joseph, Gideon and Daniel are just a few that dealt with dreams and their interpretations.

I wish I had the same option available as was given to the people who come in contact with each of these listed above.

Until then, this dream and it's realism at the time will haunt me.

Is there anyone else who ever has a really strange dream that they wish could be interpreted for them?

I eagerly await your comments!