Recording a Dream

So, I just awoke from a dream that was not finished, by any means. But the nature of the dream makes me wonder what it was about, what the deeper messages were in it. I am recording it here so I can go back and look at it with a fresh mind to see what wisdom or revelation it might impart.

The Dream--As Much As I Can Remember:

I was with a team of people on earth. There were no cities, no buildings, it was just fields, trees, woody areas. I don't recall what our specific job was... We were living, doing our jobs, but we were FREE. Things were GOOD. I didn't feel stress about the job, or our mission--I felt like somehow this was a spiritual mission.

But things seemed to suddenly take a turn for the worst. We got word that some of our people had been taken. We were told to get out, as quickly as possible, but we didn't want to leave without our teammates. We went back to get them, but as we came to the edge of the clearing, we saw them far away (no one saw us), just as they were shot and killed.

My teammate and I appeared to be the only people left of the bunch. So we turned and ran as fast as we could--stress entering the dream, my psyche--back through the woods...We ran and ran, and somehow my teammate and I got separated in the woods. Neither of us had time to look back.

All of a sudden, I was caught up in a wave of flood water; somehow I had been swept upstream into a rushing, mighty river of sorts and I was trying to keep my head up so I could breathe. While I could feel the stress of trying to make sure I got a great gulp of air every chance I had, and there were times that my mouth was under water and I had no idea if there would be an opportunity for fresh air or not, I never passed out or swallowed water or drowned. I was consciously aware of everything, I could see as the terrain passed. The water was always turning, rushing, gushing, and I was praying praying praying that I could get air, that I could survive this.

While this trip upstream in the powerful river seemed to occur in a matter of minutes, I somehow felt like time was going by quickly, like though my trip in the river seemed like a handful of minutes, that this trip was really taking a period of several, if not hundreds of, years.

Finally, the river stopped its roaring and it got smoothed out and I was literally deposited on the shores of another place. It didn't appear to be any different from any other place I've been in my life. It had grass, trees, etc. But I was all alone.

I stood on the bank, looking around, and before I knew it, a group of men (not like or unlike our men here on earth) surrounded me and I could hear the buzzing wind sound of their feet--they were, I saw, like human versions of dragonflies or something, but without the wings. They somehow used their feet to "float" off of the ground.

They were not threatening, but it was clear that they were there to "scout me out" or "look me over" before they took me with them to wherever their village was.

This was the end of this dream, because my daughter, Psalm, woke me up, needing a diaper change. It's odd that this dream is so vivid. I don't usually keep the vivid impressions of dreams like this unless they have some kind of spiritual message for me.

I will say this. When I landed on the new land, it was my impression that I was no longer seeing the humans of my day. I was somewhere else.