Dreams are such strange things, yet I find them so intriguing. I dream a lot. I take a nap for 15 minutes, I dream. I've been asleep 5 minutes, wake up and already have dreamed something. And then I can sleep 9 hours, and again I dream. Some dreams are blurry and ambiguous, others as clear as a glass of water. Some seem meaningless and common, while some leave a deep impression, and I try to figure out the meaning. I remember a dream I had as a kid about Barney the dino- it scared me so badly at the time and now it seems absurd. I remember many dreams driving down country roads but everything outside was just a green haze. There are dreams I will most likely never ever forget simply because of how hard I've tried to forget them. Typically those are sad or very sick. I've had totally random dreams that ended up coming completely true. Prophetic? Maybe. One of my favorite dreams was about me when I was engaged, I wonder if it will happen the way I dreamed it. Probably not even close, though I hope so. Recently, I had another dream. I think it was Sunday or Monday night. I want to share it here.
Let me set the stage by saying that I am going to be pursuing nursing in the fall at ODU. I want to be a pediatric nurse for sure. As of the past few weeks though the idea of being a doctor has often come to mind. At first I put it out of my mind because I'm a girl and hope to one day have a family. But my Mom encouraged me not to do that. She wasn't trying to persuade me to be a doc but just saying God could have that for me, and me being a girl shouldn't make a big difference. I listened and contemplated the idea. Nothing really happened, except I gradually softened to it and began thinking it might actually be a future reality. Then my dream. The most vivid dream I think I've ever had, or tied with my fav dream.
I was a doctor at CHKD, a children's hospital close by. As I walked down the hall, a nurse approached me and said we had a situation. A girl, about 10 years old, was occupying a room due to pneumonia. She had always been a healthy little thing, complete with chocolate curls and deep blue eyes, almost indigo. Freckles scattered her nose and cheeks. Her lips were full, lush even, and resembled the color of raspberries, deep pinkish red. She really had no medical records but her Mom filled out all the info she had. The mom's features greatly mirrored the girls'. However, the nurse came to tell me it appeared the girl was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics. After her mom saw a rash, she almost instantly began vomiting. The mom quickly called a nurse in, who in turn found me. As I entered the room, the vomiting had stopped. I realized there was nothing we could do for the girl. The news had to be broken to the mom, by me. Struggling inside, I debated back and forth whether or not I should try to share the Gospel with this little family. It was technically against the rules but I felt God urging me to say something. Amazingly, I don't remember being scared. After sharing news with the mom, I assured her I could wait with her until the time came. I also offered to pray for her. She eagerly said yes to both as we sat down at the girl's side. She instantly looked up at me and asked " Am I going to die?" How could she know? I had to tell her the truth. " Yes, very soon. But I will be with you and it won't hurt much." I responded- not very comforting I imagine. She then proceeded to ask, "Have you ever heard of Heaven?" What a doorway for conversation! I quickly tried to figure out what I should tell her, knowing I didn't have long. "Yes I have" "A boy in my class tried to tell me about it once, but the teacher made him stop. What do you know about it? and will you tell me?" I replied, "Well, I know that it is a real place where Christians will go after they die. I know that I am going there. God is there. And there is no pain or suffering there." Without hesitating she inquired," How can I get there?" I briefly shared with her about God (I don't remember my exact words) and offered to pray with her. After I prayed, she began "Lord, I haven't known you for long, but I'm sorry for everything bad I've done. I hope you will forgive me. Thank you for Jesus and the cross. I love you and want to see you soon." And that was it. She was gone.
I don't know what the dream means or if it means anything. I'd like to think so. I've been praying about it these past few days, but wanted to write it down so I wouldn't forget. It amazes me how clear the details were. I would love the chance to impact peoples' lives and make a big difference. Anyways, i had a dream and now you know it.
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