Joewisc
US Veteran
This is an interesting topic and I'd like to weigh in. In virtually all my dreams, I am traveling, which I take as a metaphor for life: We are all on a journey to a destination unknown. However, in my dreams I often wind up in places where I formerly lived, such as New York City (where I was born and raised) and later in Phoenix, AZ, which I spent 20 years of my adult life before moving to Wisconsin.
During my "travels," the conveyances change. Sometimes I'm in an airport waiting to board a plane, other times I am actually on the plane. Otherwise, I am in a car, on a bike or merely walking. But I always seem to be going somewhere, usually alone but sometimes accompanied by people I've known, family members, public figures or strangers that look vaguely familiar; a composite of sorts.
As a backslidden Christian still hoping to become a "prodigal Son" someday to find my way home to the fold, I interpret these dreams as an indication that I'm still being tugged in a heavenly direction. Not to be presumptuous, but I have hope of an afterlife. Francis Thompson wrote a poem, "The Hound of Heaven." which ends with Christ summoning us to clasp His hand and come with Him. It always sticks in my mind.
Hope I didn't break any rules by talking "religion." Feel free, moderator, to chastise me for getting off-topic.
During my "travels," the conveyances change. Sometimes I'm in an airport waiting to board a plane, other times I am actually on the plane. Otherwise, I am in a car, on a bike or merely walking. But I always seem to be going somewhere, usually alone but sometimes accompanied by people I've known, family members, public figures or strangers that look vaguely familiar; a composite of sorts.
As a backslidden Christian still hoping to become a "prodigal Son" someday to find my way home to the fold, I interpret these dreams as an indication that I'm still being tugged in a heavenly direction. Not to be presumptuous, but I have hope of an afterlife. Francis Thompson wrote a poem, "The Hound of Heaven." which ends with Christ summoning us to clasp His hand and come with Him. It always sticks in my mind.
Hope I didn't break any rules by talking "religion." Feel free, moderator, to chastise me for getting off-topic.