Hope of Life, ....(Part Three) the dreams!

A little history.
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When I was a freshman in high school I had a dream. The morning after the dream (I didn't totally recall the dream in the morning when I woke up, but it did remind me of a prank pool of cat vomit I had) I packed up the prank vomit and went to school. That day during lunch I placed the fake vomit next to my buddies lunch tray when he wasn't looking, and alas, when he turned his head back he was stricken with disgust and wanted to know who had spit up. The table busted up with laughter I proceeded to lick up the fake vomit which totally put my buddy over the top. He soon realized it was fake and the table was in tears with laughter. Another buddy across the table, Eddy Reynolds, said "That was great, can I borrow that??" ... and then I remembered my dream.
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It was total De Ja Vue. In my dream, Eddy had asked to borrow the fake vomit and I then proceeded to tell him that I had a fake pile of dog crap as well, which he preferred and asked if I could bring it over to his house after school.
I didn't want to mess up the dream, so I replied to Eddy the way I had in the dream, "Yeah, and I have a fake pile of dog crap as well!" "Cool, can I borrow it today after school?" was his reply. I was having this surreal experience that was so awesome. I had the feeling of de ja vue all my life with little instances, but this was amazing. I said sure and when I got to my next class, I began to write down the rest of my dream just as it had happened. For two reasons: one, to see prove that I wrote it before it happened, and secondly, so that I could remember with as much detail what had happened in the dream to compare later to what would eventually transpire.
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I walked to Eddy's house about 2 blocks away. We had lived next to each other for about 6 months, but I had never been to his home. I was the new kid on the block, I had just moved to the neighborhood and the new school and hadn't had much of a chance to meet new people yet.
When i arrived at Eddy's house I rang the door bell. He answered the door with a dalmatian dog at his side which had one blue eye and one brown eye. He told me the dogs name and we proceeded down the steps into his home and I handed the fake pile of dog crap to him. When I got to the bottom of the steps I took a seat and stroked his dog while he walked down the hallway to my left. As he walked down, he said "My mom is gonna sh-t when she sees this" and he placed the fake dog doo on top of a dress that was elegantly draped over a bed and the bottom of the dress cascaded onto the floor. I told him, "...make sure and leave me out of this. Don't get me in trouble!" He came walking back all proud of himself and the dream ended.
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Every once and a while (like now) I think to look for that sealed envelope. I have never opened it, and I hope it is still around.
After school that day, I went home grabbed the doo and went to Eddy's. Everything happened exactly in the dream and my responses to him were as I had responded in the dream (I didn't want to change anything I said if all was going as the dream had... which it did.).
With that explained....
I give great measure to my dreams. I have done extensive research to interpret dreams (here are some of my dreams) and to try and distinguish pizza from history from prophecy.
We experienced 3 other miscarriages over the next 2 years. The last of those being in January of 1999. In February, my father in law had a massive stroke that placed in the hospital. Two brain surgeries, 6 weeks of coma and 6 weeks of rehab, brought him home in June and my wife and I much closer together as we put our loss behind us in battling for her fathers life. In March of 1999, while my wife's father was in the hospital, I had a dream:
I was at my in laws home looking out into there back yard from there kitchen window. The window, in the dream, was one those arched out windows (in reality it was a standard flat window), and I was looking out over the yard and saw two boys, one about 6 or 7 and the other was about 3 years old. They were running next to each other and the scene froze. As I looked at the two of them, I was drawn to the younger of the two. He was wearing a red and white striped shirt with blue overalls and a blue baseball cap. He had blond hair and blue eyes. As I looked at him frozen in time, I instantly knew he was my son. Out my side vision, I could tell a man came to me and put his arm around me. I began to weep as I realized the Lord was standing next to me and showing me the promise of a child. I woke up and immediately typed out the dream and emailed it to myself.
In December of '99, the day after Christmas, we found out we were pregnant again. A couple of weeks later I caught up with a couple from church that my wife and I counseled with, and I gave them a copy of the email from 9 months ago. I asked that when I was ready to share it with my wife, that they be there as witnesses to what I had shared with them. About 10 weeks into the pregnancy, I shared the dream with my wife while in the presence of the couple from church, and told her that I knew with absolute certainty, that we were having a boy. He would have blond hair, blue eyes, and wear a baseball cap.On the day we were hoping we to find out the sex of our child, we were blessed to discover that we were indeed having a boy. We named him Zack. His name means "God has Remembered".
Another side note: In 2001 or 2002 my in laws remodeled their kitchen.... Guess what? They put in their kitchen a window that archs out!
Today he is a healthy six year old with blond hair and blue eyes, and you will not catch him going most places without his blue Detroit Tigers baseball cap (I'll explain the cap another day).

8 comments:
wow... I really got weepy! My brother was prone to dreams like yours. It is somewhere between freaky and comforting.
Are you particularly religious now and were you before this dream?
Well... there is the rub.
The original dream about the doo caused me to really get into my dreams. I started learning how to control my dreams and became quite good at it.
I experienced a dream where I was totally controlling my dream environment and then I was presented with a dilemma; I could continue controlling the dream, or I could save one of my younger brothers from a plane crash (this was kind of a separate dream happening while I was controlling the main dream).
I chose to save my brother. I woke up immediately after the dream and felt as if I had been warned not tamper with a gift. I didn't dream for several years after that... at least none that I could remember.
The experience pushed me to believe in more than mere happenstance and helped me put a faith in something much larger than myself or earthly things.
SO, yes, I became a very black and white 'religious' person. A non-denominational believer in the word of God (the Bible). I was very active in my church during this particular period of my life.
For the last three years, however, I have been...well... lets say I have been on a vacation from church... not God. I instill what I practice in my son, it's just been the going to the church that has been 'on hold'. Before that I went to church upwards to 3 to 5 times a week for 10 years (more than some will go in a lifetime... makes me no expert... believe me.)
Thank you Kate. I still cry for the blessing of my son.
My son is a blessing too. I can understand this. And religion and church aren't always the same, as you probably know--but that's something else.
sorry... i was not implying to trivialize anyones being blessed with children (not that I think you took it that way, I know you to be much more insightful than that), just putting that out there so know one thinks I was.
You know, I do believe that dreams do reveal many things to us. I'm glad that the Lord blessed you with a healthy baby boy, well now, growing child :0) I love his name, too, "God Remembers"
miss1999 -
welcome, welcome.
into the paranormal ehh???
I love TAPS!
Thank you Trish,
...in contemplating "all your dreams..." made me wonder...
what are 'day' dreams. Could they equally be as telling or interpreted??
...just thinking outloud...
hmmmm... never really thought of it as a power thing. That would be a bit too "narcissistic' (to coin a recent phrase). For me, it has been the knowledge of using a gift given by God.
My son, who is 6, talks of knowing that certain things were going to happen... maybe he his coming into the realization of being able to access a situation and know logically what might be the next logical thing to happen? maybe he is experiencing the same thing I did when i was his age.
I believe in the spiritual, righteous & evil... not hocus-pocus.
I always appreciate your comments!!
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