Usually dreams don’t speak to me in a significant way that leads me to make decisions or whatever like they do some people. Sleeping dreams I mean. I don’t usually dream of solutions to my problems.
Last night though, my dream seemed to give me an answer.
Don’t stop reading yet, I’m not too much more crazy than the average person.
I posted a couple of days ago about my schedule and how I was trying to get it changed. The truth was, I wanted to change it, but I didn’t know if God really did want me to.
Anyways, I was pretty torn about this decision. My Anatomy and Physiology teacher obviously wanted me to stay in her room, but didn’t try to push me too hard. The principal was obviously trained in the arts of trying to get me to stay in that class too. All he really did was make me more and more unsure.
I kept asking God to just tell me what he wanted already, but it wasn’t exactly working like the instant communication I wanted it to.
After I fell asleep last night though, I started to dream. A common thing in sleep, but usually my dreams just like to mess with me and have no correlation with real life. This time though, I had a simple dream about me walking into Spanish class and everything seeming to be okay. Or at least I felt the peace that usually means that things are.
(I am a very nervous person, and when something is unsettling, my nerves start jumping out the window)
So when I feel calm, I usually take it as a good sign. A sense of serenity is actually rare in dreams because most dreams come with negative feelings.
Anyways, now I know what I absolutely have to do. I need to switch to Spanish class, and I don’t have any doubt about it.
As for the answer to the question I wondered from the previous blog “How do I know what God is telling me?”
I guess the answer is, he will make things clear when the time is right.