Plus Life on One Wheel

I had another interesting dream last night.

A while back, I dreamed about a woman I know. She showed up at my house. She was adrift in life. She had nowhere to go. I gave her a place to sleep and looked after her. Instead of accepting food, she fed herself on leftovers she carried. She did not seem to realize we were supposed to be together as man and wife. Last night, I dreamed about her again.

Before she began to figure in the dream, I found myself riding around on a unicycle with a wheel maybe 5 feet in diameter. It was very unsteady. I was trying to use a GPS while I rode. I had to ride over to a telephone pole and hold on while I tried to look up my destination. A younger man near me was riding a shorter unicycle. We almost collided. Maybe he’s someone I mentor. I hope his unicycle never gets as tall and awkward as mine was.

Eventually, I found myself at a university for people in show business. It was as if Disney had built a university. I knew the woman was there somewhere, but I didn’t see her. She was getting a busload of students together. Her intention was to take them somewhere and teach them something. She felt that doing this would please God, but it was actually a carnal idea. A lot of the things we do to please God are based on bad ideas that come from the flesh. We overwork ourselves, and God doesn’t help, and then we get frustrated and discouraged.

While I was looking for her, I felt a strong, warm wind blowing toward me from the front. It felt nice; it seemed to embrace me. I lifted my hands up so I could catch the wind, and I left the ground. I moved forward even though the wind blew the opposite way.

People marveled at me while I flew. I suppose I got around 25 feet off the ground. I found myself approaching a water oak tree, and I grabbed the leaves and branches to hold me in place.

I didn’t catch up with the woman, but she wasn’t far off.

My interpretation was that the woman was single because she was chasing her tail, pursuing carnal ideas in order to please God. Instead of allowing God to put her in front of a Spirit-led husband who could help her, she was doing things on her own. She had been hurt by men, and her answer was to reject them and buy into feminism, which has a tendency to produce bitter spinsters who end up buying DNA from strangers. I was riding around on a unicycle because my second wheel was off somewhere organizing a pointless field trip. The college kids the woman was chasing weren’t much younger than she was, so she didn’t really have a lot to teach them.

You don’t have to travel to meet God. Wherever you are, he is present and waiting. You don’t have to go see him in a group. He is a father, and fathers communicate with their children one-on-one.

GPS represents the Holy Spirit. He guides us and keeps putting us back on course. I was trying to get guidance, but I was busy struggling with the ridiculous unicycle because my second wheel wasn’t there to help me look after earthly problems that kept me off balance.

The wind was the love of God, complete with the peace it brings. Love casts out fear, according to the word. The wind lifted me above the ground. Fear is a thing of the earth, and we are supposed to keep our eyes on God in order to rise above it.

I’m not sure what the oak was. In the Bible, trees are people, and leaves are their works. The first psalm says a righteous man is like a tree planted by the rivers of water; his leaf shall not wither, and whatsoever he does shall prosper. It may be that the tree–a “water” oak–represented righteous people who will serve to steady me and help me in the future. If so, we will be brought together by love, which is a lot better than duty.

While I was feeling the wind, I was not myself. I was a Jewish man in his 60’s. I was wearing a sportcoat. In the Bible, Jews seem to represent people who rebel in their youth and repent when they’re old. I could see how that would fit.

Business clothes (a sportcoat and slacks) would represent authority and purpose. I was not wearing a tie, so perhaps the clothes represented authority without legalism or excessive formality. I had a reason to be at the university. I was going to speak and tell people helpful things to get them back on track. I was going to troubleshoot. I was very assured, without being proud or angry.

I was not a university employee. I was a guest. That was nice. As employers, universities are insane pits of unbearable leftist coercion.

Why would the university be dedicated to show business? Maybe because so much of modern American charismatic Christianity is superficial. It’s a big show. The bigger the show you put on, the easier it is to convince yourself you’re serving God while you deliberately withhold your best. You can feel pretty good about yourself while holding onto things like pride and unforgiveness.

For some reason, my law school was on the campus. Superficial charismatic preachers are very legalistic, so maybe that’s the explanation. They push tithing, unscriptural cash offerings, and observance of the Jewish feasts. They leave people in ignorance when it comes to confessing, defeating iniquity, casting out demons, and being led by the Spirit. In the dream, I saw the law school as a place I had left behind. I was no longer a student or subject to its authority.

I can’t say whether the woman represented herself or even a wife. A woman can represent a church. A church wouldn’t function as my helper or second wheel, however. She’s very attractive, so that’s encouraging. I have always dreaded marrying someone unappealing simply because I felt obligated. When you buy a mule, you don’t worry about chemistry. Being with a woman you aren’t attracted to is very different. A woman is not just a helper. Let’s face it; if I only wanted help, I’d look to men. Much less troublesome, and they have tools and big muscles.

Generally, when people call for help in this life, they call for men, not women. I never thought about that until just now.

I can think of many times when I’ve seen men enter people’s lives and solve major problems. I can’t think of any examples of women doing that.

The woman in the dream is someone who seems like a highly unlikely match, so it may be that she represents someone else.

I was very happy to feel the wind. When Jesus visits you and then leaves, the things you will miss most are the peace and love that radiate from him. I believe I’m supposed to feel those things all the time. The strongholds I’ve built in myself block them, and it takes time to open things up.

The most exciting thing about the dream was the prospect of having God’s love flow through me. That would be nice to have on a permanent basis. Lots of men have wives, but how many men have God’s love pouring through them?

Was the dream from God? I make no promises. I hope it was, because living in God’s love would be fantastic.