Dreams may come

I have always been an overly vivid dreamer. Nightmares will cause me to cry out in my sleep (I think Mr. P. has adjusted to that over the years), and ermmm *tactile sensations* seem very real. I dream in Technicolor. Beat that, Joseph.
I've always kinda wondered if there was a reason to these dreams. There have been some that have recurred since early childhood. I have only now begun to understand some of those ones. Sometimes it's easy to interpret my dreams. For example, last night's, uh, dalliance with a guy from a TV was the result of watching said show with Mr. P. a lot lately. (stop howling with laughter Mr. P. and just leave your comment in the appropriate form ~sticks out tongue~) Other dreams aren't quite so easy to figure out. I have ones that seem to jump randomly from scene to scene. Those ones are unusual, and are the ones that often make wonder.
This post was started because I am close to bedtime, and like the title says, I was thinking to myself, "Hmmm dreams may come tonight." I am hoping for a recurrence of this one, the one I'll leave you all with for tonight:

I found myself randomly in a desert region, yet I wasn't feeling particularly warm. Dressed in cream colored linen wraps, I wondered what was to happen. Around me were rocks, and what I had always imagined sagebrush to look like. Not another person for miles. I just sat by one of the larger rocks, leaning over it, and looked out over this new environment. My dreaming mind turned to Jesus, and wondered if this was how the land looked in His time. Next I knew, a man was next to me, silently taking my hand. We flew over the desert, not a word spoken. As night fell, the stars emerged in glory, and I knew what this stranger was trying to show me. Take His hand, and it's a strange but wondrous path. Take His hand, and don't look back. Take His hand, and live for the Kingdom come.

Til next squeak,