Dreams

I was sitting in my parent's house looking out the kitchen window.  I was a child again.  Looking out across the street I saw the Hamburglar going down the chimney of a house.  He had set the house on fire!  Then I noticed that all of the houses on the block had fires coming out of their chimneys.  I leaned over and looked up at our chimney and sure enough.....our house was on fire!

"The house is on fire--everybody grab what they can before it caves in!" I yelled.  Jumping up from the chair my first thought was to get as many of my clothes as I could into these paper bags.

"No, not clothes...they aren't important," yelled my father.

I ignored his advice and kept cramming clothes into the bags.  We were running the bags outside into the driveway and going back in for more things.  Then I realized that I had to get a ceramic boy and girl my grandmother had made for me on my sixteenth birthday.  I ran back into the house and fire was causing beams to collapse.  As I ran back outside it hit me that I wanted....no needed all of my books and journals. 

"This is too much!  I wasn't suppose to care this much about "things" and yet I feel a need to save it all!" I thought to myself.

All of a sudden an insurance agent showed up on the front porch.  My father told her that we expect twelve million dollars for the damages.  What was he thinking?  The agent took my mother inside the living room and told her that the fires were set in order to collect the copper wiring.  But our house was different because our copper was hidden underneath the floor.  So we were safe.

My alarm went off and I woke up.  I usually will lay and think about my dreams.  What did this mean?  Was I about to "lose something?  Was I holding onto things too tightly?  I'm not on medication so this wasn't drugged induced.  I don't eat after six so I can't blame it on something I ate.

Then I had an awareness of the time that I was wasting during the day.  A thought came to me that I should be taking advantage of  free time to spend more time in study and prayer. 

Disclaimer:  This is a true story and the dream did occur last night between the hours of 9:30 p.m. and 4:00 a.m.  I have no idea where the Hamburglar came from; but it was good to see him.  It's been awhile.