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Dreams of the Field

When You Just Can’t Shake ‘It’

This post is about a dream I have had a few times, I want to say twice but it could have been three times. At first, I didn’t think enough of it to share it with anyone. I had written it down in a dream journal, left it to my memories and gone on with life.
It wasn’t until today, while going through YouTube videos that I came across a video uploaded by End Times Productions titled Pastor Has A Vision Of The End Times (2019). Now, I don’t usually subscribe to end of days theories, I understand there are signs all over the world that we are living in days eerily similar to what has been mentioned in the book of Revelations.

I don’t believe anyone knows the time or date, nor do I panic over the world ending, care to create a bunker or fear death. Take it or leave it, that’s just not my stance.

In any case, something about this video drew me in. As I started listening to this Pastor’s testimony, I couldn’t help but think back to my own dream, the one I had filed away and yet not forgotten. I started to realize that this dream had arrived shortly before my baptism, and while mine wasn’t as rich in story-line it was equal to the Pastor’s experiences in detail and realistic throughout my senses.

My Dream

I could feel the heat of the day, the echoing of the sun’s rays off the pavement as I ran between two fields. Both full and ready for harvest. Something green and tall to my left and bright, golden wheat to my right. While I felt no pain, other than the burning of the scorched blacktop on my bare feet, I noticed I was bleeding. As I franticly searched for what I assumed was a large wound, based off the amount of blood, I tugging at a tattered white dress, reached around my belly, realizing I was quite far along into pregnancy.

This is when fear began to take over.

I started to feel this rush behind me, like a charging darkness, ugly and swallowing everything in its path. Leaving death behind it, destroying to beauty of the day, the fields, even the skies went cold and grey.
I heard a voice, powerful and comforting. A single phrase came from above, “Run home!”
Seeing a two story farm house in the distance, I began to sprint, ignoring the skin tearing from the bottom of my feet, looking back to see the shadow of darkness growing, gaining speed and charging after me even stronger than before. Though something told me, not in words but in feeling, that I wouldn’t be caught. As long as I kept going forward the shadow couldn’t take hold of me.

As far as I ran, as fast as I went, I couldn’t reach the house. I focused my mind on my target, trying desperately to call out to someone that might have been in the home, but I couldn’t make a sound, I could only breath and run.
Now I could feel pain, my stomach burning. I felt the tear of my womb, heard a thud. The sound of flesh hitting the ground. Knowing what had happened, terrified, I didn’t want to look but I had to if only so that I could pick my child to keep running.

Holding onto my baby, thankful to hear their cry and feel the warmth of their little body… everything went white, bright white. My surroundings glimmered so much that all you could see was the reflection of the sun off the sea of calm, flowing wheat. The house was gone, the road was gone, the other field, the sky, even the dark mass that chased me down with hunger, it was all gone.
All that was left was a new, clean vision of myself, my child and the wheat.

Interpreting This Dream

I’m not usually into dream meanings, its something I have seen carry people down a dangerous road and its just not a personal interest of mine. This one however, after watching the End Times Productions video, this dream carries meaning to me.

Key points

  • I believe the darkness was a symbol of the life I had been living, the road I walked on quite literally divided my option to become one with the tares or the wheat, Matthew 13:36-43.
  • While it might have sounded quite dark, I don’t believe my laboring and the birth of a child while I ran from darkness was meant to be scary. Though I had fear of the unknown, much like I did when I was first baptised, I also had faith in the voice that guided me out of the darkness. It was holding onto that faith that gave me the strength to not let the fear stop me and brought me comfort.
  • After laboring while sprinting towards safety, I reached a place of peace and held a vibrant, lively infant, as though it wasn’t until my run was completed that I could see the reward of my efforts. The fruit of my spirit, if you will.
  • The renewed image of a white gown seems to be a symbol of the marriage we have with Jesus when we give our lives to the Lord. Quite clearly, the gown and myself had been cleansed, my wounds had been healed and I was made whole again.

I can see how all of this seems a bit much to some, but the point of sharing this with you now is for those who may have also dreamed of the fields. Dreamed of being reborn, running from darkness and for what ever the reason, its a dream you just can’t shake.

To My Readers

Thank you for reading, thank you for standing with me as I enter this new chapter in life. I’ll never judge another for their beliefs. I understand we all have free will to choose who to serve, if we choose to serve at all and I’d never wish to disrupt the Lord’s plan for another person’s life.

May God bless you all with eyes and ears to witness truth and a heart of discernment to understand it.

9 thoughts on “Dreams of the Field

  1. “Though something told me, not in words but in feeling, that I wouldn’t be caught. As long as I kept going forward the shadow couldn’t take hold of me.”

    I think this is the most important thing to take from the dream. So much is said and to learn from this.

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  2. “In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name’s sake lead me, and guide me. Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou art my strength. Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.”
    ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭31:1-5‬ ‭KJV‬‬

    This was a blessing to me. But as I read it today you came to mind. So I wanted to share it with you. And I think it goes with your post.

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