The Flood (My Dream)

I was just woken up from a bad dream. My mouth and throat is very dry, so I am drinking a cup of honey mixed with warm water now. I can't make out what this dream really meant, or how it all actually started, but this is how it goes...

It was in the middle of the night and I found myself in this strange land (or country). I was in this room which looked like overlooked the night sky. Dark as it was, I could still see a few stars shining brightly in the sky. I had the impression that this is my room. It was beautiful to have this nice huge balcony that opens up to the vast starry night sky.

I went over to my brother's room nearby (or next door). His room looked very, very different from mine. The layout of my room was neat and simple. Just a basic layout with lots of space to move around. My brother's room was indeed very different. It looked like a semi-shelted shed which had one (or two) cannons that fires anti-aircraft missiles to shoot down enemy planes. I can't really remember if I had seen any ammunition lying around though. But his room really looked like a defence fortress, unlike mine. Does it mean that he has a more defensive nature than me? And perhaps I do have a simple nature within me, despite all my complex thoughts?

In the next scene, I found myself hiding in a dark stairway, keeping watch over a small group of foreign soldiers. I couldn't make out what country they were from, but all I knew was they were our enemy. Up till now, I couldn't make out whether I was in a foreign land or they were in my country. It all seem hazy to me.

Anyway, my brother was there too and he was a lot braver than I was, as he wasn't just keeping watch over the foreign soldiers... he was actually stalking them. Pls don't ask me what is the difference between 'stalking' and 'keeping watch'. Perhaps it was just a matter of who had much more intensity in what we were doing. Does that mean that my brother is more intense than I? I dunno... and its difficult to tell too...

All of the sudden, my brother was captured and the foreign soldiers started to look around for me. I knew that I could not make a run for it now, because if I did, I would give myself away and get caught as well. So I tried to squeeze as much as possible into a large crack at a huge wall pillar. It was poor place to camouflage, as I was still 30% visible... but that was the best that I could do, so I just kept very still and hoped that they would not find me.

I was a foreign soldier walking towards my direction, and strangely (I dunno why), I decided to close my eyes and pretended to have fallen asleep (with half my body hiding inside the crack in the wall (Duh! So stupid!) This foreign soldier came and stood in front of me, wondering what am I doing, asleep while half hiding inside the crack in the wall.

Sensing that he is not going away, I suddenly opened my eyes, yawned and briskly walked out of the stairway, as if I had really unknowingly fell asleep and I wasn't hiding from anyone. As I briskly walked past the small group of foreign soldiers outside the stairway, that foreign soldier that spotted me, shouted and the other foreign soldiers grabbed me. I was caught! (What else could I have done in this situation? I make a very poor resemblence of Rambo. Sigh...)

So I was being taken away by these foreign soldiers (I don't remember seeing my brother around, though I saw him being captured), I prayed to God for help and immediately a flood came and washed through the whole land! Within a matter of seconds, I was already treading in very deep sea water. I was afraid that I would drown. I turned and looked at a nearby mountain (not hill) and saw that the sea level was rising fast. Too fast to believe, that it had already flooded a large portion of the entire globe! I became afraid and prayed even more desperately for God to stop this flood as many innocent ones will die. Of coz, I didn't want to die too, though at that point of time, I didn't think of whether I had wished that these foreign soldiers (who captured my brother and I) were better to have drowned or not.

Surprisingly, after my desperate prayer, God decided to stop this flood and the sea level returned back to its original level. It was strange and disbelieving! The fact that I could see the sea level reaching the peak of the mountain could mean that I was possibly treading in water that was a few thousand metres higher than ground level! But I was glad to be on dry ground again. It was strange... one moment I was treading water at such a deep sea level... and the next moment (in just a mere few seconds), the sea level had returned to normal and I was standing on dry ground once again. DRY ground, by the way. Was I hallucinating in that dream? No, cannot be... I was treading water and I was so afraid that I would drown.

After that, I woke up to find myself back in my own room, with the bright moonlight shining glaringly into the room (I don't like glaring moonlight). But I could not forgot how strange it was that the flood almost literally disappeared in a matter of seconds! It was like a shocking total subsiding of the sea level within like 2-3 seconds! How could that have happened? Only God could have done that.

But after sharing this dream, what does all these mean? Even if I was right about the different nature of my brother and I, surely there is more than that, shouldn't it? Perhaps a reminder that God can work miracles, especially since I have lost a lot of faith in Him over the past 2-3 weeks? And that God doesn't always take a long, long time to answer desperate prayers?

Yet, after waking up, this thoughts kept bobbing in my mind. It was the time 12:30. I didn't know whether it was AM or PM, but the time 12:30 stayed in my mind. I tried to reason, could there be a flood at 12:30? Where would it be? Does it mean 12:30am or 12:30pm? I couldn't figure out, so I decided to wake up to type this Blog entry. Hmm...