I am a dreamer.

I had a crazy dream last night! It is about time for me to sleep again, so I am going to post this in a very rough form. So, without further ado, here is my dream in all of it's craziness:

My dream began with my Mom dying from cancer. Two days after her funeral I found a note in the book I was reading (which happened to be Frankenstein). It was in my Mom's hand writing, and it said that life was still worth living. I was a little freaked out, because we had just buried my Mom. In my dream I showed the note to my friends Zach, and Kendra. They both encouraged me, and said my Mom was right, and that God wanted to teach me something through this hardship. I tried to set my mind on living life to the fullest, but I was failing. Depression was overwhelming me. Then I found a note taped to my mirror (in my Mom's hand writing) that said I could be a blessing to those around me, if I learned to live selflessly. I was shocked. I lived (even in my dream) in Utah, and my family (and anyone I could picture having my Mom's notes and putting them around my house) lived in California. (I cried a lot in this dream) I talked to my Dad about it. He seemed confused. After I got off work I was driving home when the DJ on the radio said he had a note for a very special person. He said that Amy's Mom wanted her to know she loves her, and the most important thing is to live for Jesus, and keep moving forward so we can bring others to Jesus. I nearly crashed my car. (You will remember that this was all a dream.) I didn't talk to anyone all evening, and went to bed early. That night I had a dream (in my dream?) about my Mom. She was trying to speak to me, but I couldn't understand the language she was using. There were two other people there too. Shining people. They looked like they understood what my Mom was trying to say. I woke up feeling very light. I was the happiest I had been since my Mom passed away. I made a mental note to try to apply these messages my Mom seemed to be sending me to my life that day. Some time passed, and things seemed to be alright. That is when the dream became less specific and vivid. And this "brief" description is getting crazy long.

Because the last part was significantly less clear, I am not going to elaborate. I discovered that the two people in my dream with my Mom were angels. They were helping her encourage me by getting me her messages (translating what she was trying to say). I started envolving myself in many different ministries, and learned what it means to live like you are dying. Which is what my Mom's last message was to me. I turned on the music in my car, and the song "Live Like You Were Dying", by Tim McGraw was playing, then when I got to my work I pulled out my iPod and plugged in the head phones. Immediately, the same song began to play. I walked into the store that I work at, and the music, which is usually pop songs, was the same song! It seemed very odd. As I stuffed my bag and coat into my locker a note fell out of my coat pocket. It said "Live like you were dying, Amy." It was written in my Mom's hand writing on the back of some lyrics I had printed out for a song called "When You Come Home", by Mark Schultz. That is when I woke up.

And there you go. I had a dream that taught me a lesson. You can listen to "Live Like You Were Dying" here, and read the lyrics of "When You Come Home" here.