dreams

For some reason, I hear that Cranberries song every time I say that word. But that's off-topic. Slightly.

So I had these dreams in the midst of waking up this morning.

Dream 1 involved me praying about something...I think it was in a church service, but then I started speaking in tongues. My relationship with this gift of the Spirit is tenuous and vacillates from one extreme to the other, but mostly with my having a neutral perspective. Personally, even though I am a "Pentecostal," I have never spoken in tongues. I do not think that the gift is overrated. I believe that their is empowerment through this form of prayer. But I do think that it is often overemphasized to the point that it drives people away from God--which is something that God does not intend to have happen!

Anyhow, it was a very freeing, personal experience in my dream, and it reawakened the desires in my heart to receive this gift. I don't know if this will happen, and I'm not pursuing it in my human desires to fit in or to gain more power. If God wills that I speak in tongues, He will have it come to pass in His timing...not mine.

Dream 2--on an entirely opposite end of the dream spectrum--involved me getting slimed by a giant worm. Eeeewwwww... And then I slithered down a hole in the dirt, with the worm pursuing me...yeah, brilliant move on my part. And then something attacked the worm that was already in the hole--still don't know what it was--but it got the worm off my back, so I don't really care what it was! All this to say: I don't know if I should ever read into my dreams.