A Dream Too Big

 I have wild dreams sometimes.  Often.  They can be as outrageous as magic-carpet rides to other planets, or they can be psychological explanations of my own inner workings.

There is a man named Brian, in West Virginia who has dreams that soon appear in the newspapers.  I've been reading his website for many months now.  At first I thought it was pretty weird, especially since he can't spell and he keeps trying to dream winning lottery numbers.  Many of the dreams are directed to individual people, giving advice about the details of their life.  Eventually I noticed that whenever I'd watch the news on TV, in the back of my mind I'd be checking off which events I'd already heard of: "Brian dreamed that one last week... oh yes, he dreamed about this two months ago."

 Readers submit news articles that corroborate his dreams. Lately I notice a lot of comments from police departments and such, who are using his dreams to help solve mysteries. 

Twice a dream has appeared to be about me.  I thought I was so accustomed to multidimensional and prophetic dreams that Brian's dreams were no big deal, just a little bit of fascinating diversion.  A recent dream of his, though, shook me through and through.  It shook the earth beneath me. Brian the perfect stranger mentioned me and mentioned an old friend by name, in a very heavy context.  I've been riding a roller coaster of emotions ever since, not sure where to hop off.  What does a person do when they're handed a ticking bomb with their name on it?

I'm surprised by my own inability to come to terms with the reading of this dream.  It has me wondering about issues that I can barely articulate.  It would seem that there is a benevolent intelligence beyond our own who wants to help my friend (or someone else with his name, who has a friend with my name, which is entirely possible).  Even that concept seems acceptable enough, but something about the way its happened - through a stranger, and worded bluntly - has turned me inside out.  The entire episode seems important, but I wish none of it had happened.  I would rather not have to face the enormity of these issues.  I don't want a good friendship to be changed.

The coward in me is begging to be allowed to hold the reins for awhile.  Huge cosmic messages can take their toll.  Maybe I need to go to bury myself in a nice entertaining book, until I find my equilibrium again.  Maybe I need to rethink my constant willingness to have my life used as a tool of Loving Spirit.

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