The cloud of glory and a wedding


Inside a large white canopy tent, I follow the grass beneath my feet toward an open doorway. The opening, like a drawn curtain, reveals a thick cloud that fully engulfs us outside. I pause in this moment, captivated by an exuberating sense of peace and unwavering joy. The cloud illuminates our space inside and out. It surrounds us like a warm and palpable morning fog. I am filled with a calm love, and not a measure of stress about this wedding day.

There’s a little work to do, so I carefully affix flowers to an arbor, and finalize the décor by hanging a gold number 2 on a garland.

As I turn to my left, family and friends gather around me, clapping and cheering. There are faces I haven’t seen since I was a child. It’s such a great joy to have them join me on this wonderful day. We smile at each other as the main event draws near.

Over to my right is a full-length mirror. I must step forward to look at myself. Oh wow, I’m a bride! My wedding dress is beautifully decorated with pearls and lace; a classic A-line style with long sleeves. I’m filled with glee and smiling from ear to ear! My dark hair is longer than usual, reaching down my back. I notice it’s matted through with tangles.

Conveniently stationed beside the mirror is a bridal vanity desk decorated with a lace cloth. Resting on top, a small sheet of notebook paper catches my eye. My notes! I glance over a hand-written list of items that must be in place before the wedding can begin. With peace and certainty, I acknowledge that all planning and preparations are finished. Everything is ready, except for my hair.

Taking a seat in front of the mirror, I lift a brush to my hair and begin to carefully work out the tangles.

Waking life:

It should be noted that preceding this dream was a period of uncertainty and anxiety in my waking life. I decided to take my cares to the cross. The night before, I lifted-up my worries to Jesus and just said, “Lord please keep my at your side no matter what happens.” From the moment I woke from this dream, the anxiety was gone, and it hasn’t returned.

Exodus 40:34 (KJV) Then a cloud covered the tent of the congregation, and the glory of the LORD filled the tabernacle.

On February 9, 2021, only a few weeks after the dream, we experienced a very dense fog in Houston, TX. I rejoiced and praised God for his amazing glory!

This dream is also marked by two chords that I heard playing over and over for weeks. I determined later that these chords comprise the song “Nothing but the blood” by Fernando Ortega.

An interpretation of the bride’s tangled hair can represent confusion. I believe the Lord Jesus Christ is coming soon to receive his bride, and there’s no need to stress or worry over the details. It’s important to work through the confusion and unite our hearts and minds on preparing for his return.

Virtual dreaming


At the entrance of a Virtual Reality Dome, a sort of man-made universe in a biosphere, the blissful scene of an ocean sunset calls to me – as if to say “come and have a look.” I creep inside, barefoot and bewildered, trying to decipher what’s real and what’s fake. I know this ‘dome’ is no larger than a house, but from inside here I can see that this is a whole new experience. The horizon is endless in all directions making me wonder if it’s possible to become lost. There’s a brightness, a sort of joyful glow that fills the space.

Hanging low like a single light bulb, the sun, along with its posse of soft pink clouds, basks in its own reflection over the water. I move forward slowly, squishing the spongy earth between my toes with each step as the ground sweeps out in front of me, and breaks off at the edge of a cliff. Without hesitation, my knees bend like a frog, enabling me to pet the fluffy seaweed-like grass with my hands. I’m comforted and relieved that something is real. This is the perfect spot to have a seat and rest for a moment while I take in the shoreline view.

From the salty smell to the sounds of waves breaking and crashing into one another, I’m carried away by the tranquil paradise and begin to meditate on the whispering breeze. The beach is spectacular, although I can’t help but remind myself that my senses are deceiving me.

After a brief moment of complete relaxation, I catch a glimpse of something quite puzzling – something peculiar about the ocean. I’ve seen this wave before! My eyes squint as I examine the wave pattern closely, and determine that each wave is programmed in a loop that replays over and over. Of course! I must have been so lost in the moment that I forgot these waves are constructed by someone behind a computer screen. Well, virtual waves may not be as infinite and unique as waking-life ones, but this will do for now. I’m at peace.

The perfect gift for a healing heart


I have always been enamored with your eclectic bedroom; your knick-knacks and trinkets, the warm and cozy feeling of being surrounded by your ideas. I’m careful not to touch anything – just as I was when I would sneak into your room as a child to get a glimpse of the unknown.

My eyes feel their way around the corners of your bookcases and scan your shelves for new experiences. A few wine bottles full of liquid, frozen in time, stare back at me from a wine rack mounted to the wall. Below the wine is your old light box with seedlings and sprouted plants for your garden. In the center of the room is a well-lit table covered with bright, crystal figurines. This must be where you keep your treasures now.

As I take my eyes off of the beautiful surroundings and place them on you, I notice how youthful and peaceful you are in this room. I see that you also don’t require glasses anymore, but your hair hasn’t changed and your smile still stretches from ear to ear. This is so perfectly you.

“Well, everything is here. You can have anything you want.” Your words ring through my ears as you lift your hand out towards me holding a small gift in your palm. The only way I can explain this gift, is that it appears to be a black Rubik’s cube with hundreds of fluorescent needles and colors breaking through the surface like a sprouted bean. It symbolizes something intelligent, something intricate and imaginative. I’ve never seen one before.

While it may be the most amazing and heavenly thing I’ve ever been offered, I cannot accept it. Actually, it’s not what I want at all. I lunge forward and wrap my arms so tightly around you and give you the greatest hug that I ever could. One that I never had a chance to give you before you passed away.  Feeling you squeeze me back heals my soul and steadies my weary heart.

I thank the Lord above for this moment, and for the wonderful gift of dreaming.

Roller coaster of the future


Underneath a rosy pink and cloudless afternoon sky, a massive cluster of spectators gathers around a brand new roller coaster ride. I begin to push through the crowd, but can’t seem to figure out what I’m doing here. Theme parks aren’t really my cup of tea anymore, so I continue passing through a non-conforming line of bodies that stretches beyond the outside gates. This place is fantastically distracting, but I really do not know where I am. Unable to see what’s ahead, I press onto my tip-toes and decide to move closer to the attraction.

I climb up the side of a concrete stairway that lifts me onto a lookout point. Peering over the edge, I can barely get a glimpse of what all the oohs and aah’s are about. Wild screams swoosh by as a roller coaster car darts to the left, full of thrill seekers dangling their feet and waving their hands in the air. The car spirals around a structural pipe and drops its passengers at speeds I can’t even imagine.

This is definitely no ordinary ride, I think to myself as a giant hologram of John Lennon  builds on itself and towers over the tracks. Picture John in his late 60’s era clothing, with glasses and chin-length hair. The crowd cheers in excitement as John begins speaking, but it is way too loud for anyone to make out what he’s saying. The sight alone is so magnificent that it quite possibly makes no difference to anyone.

As if the crowd needs any more stimuli, bright lights flash in clusters and dangle over the roller coaster car as it moves – almost like a baby’s mobile toy. The lights float above the cars, unattached to any strings that I can see. Could this be another hologram? Maybe a flash of bling just puts everyone over the edge. They seemed to squeal with delight at every turn.

Wow, I’m actually impressed by the lightning speed of this ride, when it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh yeah, I was looking for someone! Everything here is entirely too distracting.