This dream occurred Sunday night. I believe I have interpreted it correctly - but I also am requesting anyone with the particular gift of interpretation of dreams - that they either verify or clarify.

I spent the weekend, and then part of Monday basically calling up the people I knew who would, to get a prayer bubble happening for my husband. Most of it was done Saturday with a little on Sunday - and one call to the prayer leader from our church Yesterday ( Today's Tuesday Oz time).

So - after a really really tense night Friday - I woke up exhausted - which those of you who read my prayer request know about. I got better sleep saturday night - woke EXCITED to go to church, where my poem 'Crucified' was read before communion and accompanied by images from The Passion of the Christ. The Pastor's wife read the poem and she just did a beautiful job. A couple visiting from a town on the mainland of Australia requested a copy to take back home with them. Wonderful.

So I went to sleep Sunday night, eventually - I ended up taking a whole sleeping tablet because I was so 'wired up' and tense, plus my tummy muscles & shoulder were really sore from helping hubby - that I took some 'big' pain killers. A lot of the dreams I had were - I admit - drug induced. Except for 2 - which I knew were 'important'. The first one is from when I first woke up to tell hubby to go to bed because he had to work the nexxt day - it was either he work or I kill him he was giving me the pip that much. And again - it was a page full of words - typewritten words. No words jumped out at me - it was as if the words were all equally important. I was reading them out aloud and someone was at my shoulder - that's all I can tell about that one.

(this could be for me - to read the Word out loud - that God is by my side and won't let me make a fool of meself)

The next one - is to do with my hsband.

I'm standing in a room - and my F-I-L was at my side - I was facing down a corridor - a long one.....it was carpeted and bossibly a persiany orientally style runner carpet. BEside me - facing ME - was the F-I-L.

The order of occurrance of these next 2 paragraphs I'm not sure of - but the FIL kissed me on the cheek - and pissibly put his hand on my shoulder - he was standing on my left side. (in reality my FIL wouldn't do this. But I believe in his heart - if he was they type of person to do it - it's his way of saying thank you for looking after my son Friday night after his seizure).

I recall I was speaking - and literally talking in my sleep. I wasn't sobbing - but I felt - kind of desperate and I was saying 'I don't want a lot - I'd be content with a trailer ( like you americans have trailer parks) - I just want a home - a loungeroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a separate toilet, a laundry and three - no better make that 4 bedrooms and a spare bedroom - that's all I want. It's not a lot - but it's all I really want.


So - next thing I know - hubby's mum is requesting we move some furniture. We've done that and we've put in the place of what was moved - a credenza I have, with metal legs and feet.

We're laying in bed and underneath the credenza I can see that the carpet is torn slightly - as if when the piece of furniture was moved, it caught the carpet. We got out of bed to have a look and the closer we got - the bigger the tear became. You could see that the underlay under the carpet had curled up - and hubby was kind of pulling at the carpet or worming his hand under the carpet to straighten it. I asked what he was doing and he said trying to straighten it. I said you can't do it that way - you have to pull the carpet back to pull the underlay out straight.

So we did that - and you could see that the floorboards under the carpet and underlay had splintered in a spot. As if a heavy object had been dropped from a height onto that spot. I was really up set obviously because the floor was damaged!

Now - that is all I can remember - and it's been pieced together over the last day or so - particularly after speaking to the prayer leader from church - as I was speaking to her - the images became clearer and the meaning became clearer as well.

My 'interpretation of the 2nd dream is as follows.

It is my belief that firstly - the Father is standing at my side and he is supporting me in everything I do. The corridor may be the 'long' walk ahead of us....to get hubby where he needs to get to in the Lord. But there is an end to the 'corridor'.

secondly - the state of the floor - the carpet, the underlay and the floorboards signifies my husband's current spiritual self/state.

The carpet - is what people see every day - slightly worn even at first glance (I mean - he's not a spring chicken - he IS 46 lol). THe closer you get to him - the bigger the flaw - or the more you get to see of him that is him. The underlay - is all curled up under the external self. It is - I guess not just his soul - but his whole psyche - it's curled up from emotional and psychological injury - brought on I believe, after discussing with my counselling and christian friend - the unfair, wrongful jailing of him 3 years ago. SOmething he hasn't recovered from on the inside, and something he never mentioned to my knowledge, to his counsellor. After coming home - he did attend church. OUr baby who turns 3 next sunday (time has flown) was maybe 10 weeks old or so when I think - ws the last time aside from our wedding and a memorial service, he - hubby - went to church. Give or take a month or so. I honestly cannot be sure. He has gradually withdrawn from church - and in my belief, from God....not totally from God - but enough that there is still a tenuous link, but it's not like it was.

The splintered floorboard is his soul....his real him and his FAITH. IT is splintered....shattered by a heavy force. I can't tell you how much time he and our friends spent in prayer that he would be found innocent - that justice would prevail......me - I hate to say it - I knew, that although innocent, that he would not be found innocent. To me - the fact that I was pregnant was proof of that....I'd asked God - if he is to go away - give him something to come home to. A baby even - although against your law and wishes, it would give him something to look forward to.....anything at all. BUT - a baby only if he is to go away.

I found out I was pregnant....and I knew. So my rejoicing in my pregnancy was dampened somewhat - lots of somewhat - because I knew waht the outcome of the court battle would be.

For him to have gone to prison - although he grew exponentially in the Lord in the month he was there - I believe gradually Satan took a hold - and his faith in justice and God was eroded away. Why did he go to jail when he was innocent? Why didn't his solicitor use the infomation that had been given to him by myself and his ex wife - why didn't the solicitor draw atention to the fact that the stories of the complainents changed - that the evidence presented by the complainents didn't always mesh correctly.

So his faith was shattered.


Now obviously by telling you ALL this, which I believe I've mentioned maybe once before - I am opening us up to a lot of complete strangers. But - to be honest about my husband's 'state' of spirituality, mind etc....and to give a clear picture - I have to be - well, honest. Hiding things doesn't make them go away - it makes them sit there and rot....which ultimately weakens you. In this case - it was a blow to his faith that he thought he could withstand....and for a while he did. But instead of dealing with it ultimately ( he felt God had told him he had to get up in church and tell people of his spiritual experience while in prison. He was adamant that he had to do it. His mother convinced him otherwise.....which was the wrong thing to do I believe. I think more than anything she didn't want people to know where and why he'd been - because it was shameful)......he covered it up....with underlay.....and with carpet.

What makes the whole not 'witnessing' in church thing worse - is that the prayer leader I spoke to would NEVER ever hold it against him - but it might also make it easier for not only him to deal with, but his counsellor to address, and maybe - make his parents see that hiding things doesn't make them go away.


GTG - my angel baby wants another drinkiepoos -

Pls tell me what yuz all think.

yep... your dream explains things to you... why you and your husband had to repair the carpet... and you've done a good job...

You need that area of the splintered floor board repaired... only one can do that... the one who grew up in the carpenter's household, the one who does the finishing work needs to be called in ... the Author and Finisher of our Faith... and you are already working this area with your other post/prayer request. http://www.christian-forum.net/index.php?s...ost&p=99994

Heb 12:2... Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Interesting place at the right hand...

by the way, your mansion is much more ...

I just woke up from a watching a train derail! i nmy dreams - had a migraine wanting to start after chopping off and down trees

WHat I didn't realise - which what you've said is that the father in law at my left side - I"m on his right if he were to be standing and facing the same way as me.......so the RIght hand of GOd is on my LEft