I had a very interesting dream this morning. In it appeared a girl from my life past (someone I don't have contact with anymore) and we were catching up on our life since.
We enjoy each others company and have fun in the amusement park of all things. Then she tells me she likes me--I know, it's starting to sound like a sappy romantic comedy--and I had semi-feelings towards her too but I don't move forward to meet her half-way.
I realize my life is not a comedy but more a tragedy. As I pass my hand through my hair a chunk of hair comes out and about 1/4 of an inch from the root is all white... alarmed we go to the hospital, and I'm diagnosed with some kind of disease (my dream did not provide me with the details of the disease) and I remember vividly that the doctor said "in the final stage".
Then the scene cuts to me in someone's house, and everybody is sad (of course they are! I'm dying!! And I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread!!!) the girl is sitting on my right next to me crying. I wasn't really sad or anything for myself, not to sound all "holy" or anything but I was at peace with the next part of my life. But I did feel sadness for the girl as I was causing this pain, and thus I put my right arm around her to console her.
I felt my skull with my left hand and a lot of hair had come out, and there was one part of the skull where it was soft, as if there was no more bone in that section, I thought it odd, and chucked it to the disease.
As I pull her tight with my arm, she leans on me and sobs quietly some more with her head resting on my shoulder, she gently kisses me on the cheek (don't worry, a lot of people were at that house so nothing weird is going to happen)... the weird part is that I don't reciprocate. In the dream I definitely had feelings for her, and the terminal disease magnified those feelings even more perhaps, but I just didn't move. She kept giving me small soft pecks on the cheek, but I eventually pushed her away when she tried to kiss me on my lips. I then give her a big warm hug, stand up, and leave the house by myself... to a blinding light...
... then I wake up.
Weird huh? Everything above was in my dream, except the "blinding light" part, that sounded more dramatic, but in the end of my dream I just walked out of the house by myself then I woke up.
As soon as I woke, I started to ask God what the dream meant if at all. There has been only a handful of dreams that were answers from God--I can count two--so I'm no expert in dream interpretation. If I interpret the ending of walking out "into the world" a certain way, it could mean that I'm to forsake all (or am willing to?), even a loved one, to walk out by myself into the world.
And that has been my wonder for the longest time, since I was in my early twenties, I wondered if God would call me into servitude as a non-married, devote whole life, type of calling/ministry (I strive for the best).
Summer of 2007, at a Mission in Mexico, I might have had one confirmation... I told everybody in that Mission Trip that I would be willing to forsake marriage for God's glory. The Missionary asked if there was a girl I liked, and I said sure. He asked if she suddenly told me that she liked me too, would I be willing to say no to her and follow God? I struggled for a couple of seconds and said yes.
The Missionary later told me that he had the same feelings when he was younger but later he ended up marrying, because at the time that was what he needed to hear, and maybe at that time (2007) that was what I needed to hear. Through that I devoted one year of "no looking for girls" and many other good things.
God is good, but this aspect of my life being a very important one weighs heavy on my soul. Specially more so because of my parents and sisters who worry about my marriage =) I wonder how my parents (mom specially) would react to such a calling, she couldn't even handle me being called to be a pastor hahaha.
