Okay, so there's this guy… He's funny, smart, extremely kind; he loves children, heck, he loves everybody. He has amazing eyes, he's beautiful, I mean, he completely captivates me. He's strong, he's capable; he's a man, if you know what I mean. He's sweet and wise, and he loves me just the way I am. He's perfect; he completes me. This man is so amazing, I am having dreams about him. I've got to tell you this one dream…
I'm back in high school, i think, I'm definitely at a school, and I'm looking around searching for this guy. I know him, he's familiar to me, I know his face, so I know who I'm looking for. I keep looking, walking through the halls. Looking, looking, looking, searching. I run across the guys' locker room, and I look inside. I'm kinda standing in the doorway, trying to see if I can see him, stretching up on my toes to try to see around the best I can without being seen because there are other guys in there. So I'm trying to see if I can see him without actually looking at any of the other guys and without being seen "peeping" in the guys' locker room. I'm seen, oh crap!!
I run to the girls' locker room, hoping this is not going to turn into a big deal, I mean, they're guys, like they care. I am then grabbed by my arm and brought out into an arena, a HUGE arena, where like everybody that exist in my "world" is there… and I'm in a towel only. I'm not completely exposed, but I am definitely vulnerable. Everybody is questioning me and gawking at me, asking me why I was doing what I was doing. Why was I looking in the guys' locker room? Who was I looking for? What makes me think I can do that? Questions, questions, QUESTIONS! I kept trying to answer, but as soon as I would start to say something, I would get hit with another question. I knew that I could try to answer their questions, try to explain, but they wouldn't understand; they probably wouldn't believe me.
My view in my dream transitioned from me at the front of the crowd to the very back left of the crowd, and it was HIM! He was there! He could see me, and he tried to get to me but the crowd was so thick he couldn't get through. He kept moving to the right of the crowd, moving behind it, occasionally trying to move through with no luck, always keeping his eye on me. I couldn't see him, but he could see me. The crowd was pressing into me more, and I was starting to get desperate. The person holding my arm to keep me in front of the crowd wouldn't let go, and I didn't know what to do. Then HE, ever so gracefully, came up behind me and put his right hand on my left shoulder, and even though I hadn't seen his face, I knew it was Him and I immediately felt at peace. I knew everything was going to be okay. The crowd hushed and the person holding my arm let me free, and He, beautiful, strong He, said, "It's okay, she's with Me. She was looking for Me." He completely redeemed me. I knew everyone could see Him, and I knew that I didn't have to look or explain or wonder or worry anymore, because I knew that He was for me, and I knew that I was with Him.
Who is He you ask? Oh, His name is Jesus. And yes, this is an actual dream. I had it last year, in 2011, during a time in my life that was… questionable.
~ Colossians 1:11-12 ~
