Life Can Be a Series of Dreams (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 08 2023	Views/Reads: 415/236	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My faith in God is what guides my daily life, not my dreams.

Lately, I've been having some fascinating dreams at night. Usually, I
don't give much thought to dreams, but lately, I've been thinking more 
about them. 

Last night, for example, I had this exciting dream, and everything
seemed to be coming in my direction, and then I woke up before the end. 
Once I woke up, I did not know how the dream ended. 

I tried thinking about the dream, but I could not remember any elements
of that dream. While dreaming, everything was very clear, and I even 
noticed people I knew. Then, I woke up and couldn't remember anything. 

I've been having these kinds of dreams lately. Maybe it's because I'm
getting older, and my brain has nothing else to do. I wish I would not 
wake up until the dream was finished. 

I asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage at breakfast if she knew
about a certain building. I then described that building in as much 
detail as I possibly could. 

She finally nodded at me and said, “That doesn't ring any bells with
me.” 

I'm the only ding-a-ling here; if she didn't remember that building, it
never existed. 

It had to exist somewhere, and I needed help figuring out where in the
world I saw that building. 

Then I said, “Do you remember...” And I described a person that was in
my dream. Again, none of her bells were ringing on that one either. 

“Why are you asking me these questions?” 

I explained to her that these things were in my dreams and I couldn't
remember where I saw them last. 

Thinking about this throughout the day, I realized that my life, in
general, is pretty much like these fading dreams I've been having. None 
of these dreams made sense after I woke up. While I was dreaming of 
them, they made sense, but when I woke up, all sense disappeared. 

Maybe life should be more like that. If I didn't wake up, I would know
what was happening. 

One time, at a conference, I drove through a little town and saw several
familiar buildings. I had never been to this town before, so I couldn't 
figure it out. But it came to me. 

These buildings were in my dreams the other night. 

So, as I was driving, I began to think, am I dreaming, or am I driving? 

I guess it doesn't make any difference one way or the other. 

If I could remember my dreams, my life would change a little bit for the
better. But I have these wonderful dreams and wake up before they're 
finished and then don't remember anything about them, which is rather 
sad. 

I tried an experiment the other night. I went to bed, had my prayer
time, and then decided to invent a dream for the night. I've never done 
this before and was not sure how to do it. I tried to put together all 
kinds of little suggestions of my dream that would catch. 

In a few minutes, I was sound asleep. The next thing I knew, it was
morning, and I was awake. I lay there in my bed thinking, what happened 
to that dream? It was the first time in weeks that I did not have any 
kind of a dream. That made me a little frustrated. 

For the next few nights, I tried the same experiment all to naught.
Where in the world do these dreams come from? 

That morning at the breakfast table, The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage looked at me and smiled and said, “I had the most marvelous 


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