I had a dream last night and want to share it with you. . .
I was traveling with several people I knew, and our journey together was led by a man called, The Traveler. He led us on a journey along the northeastern border of Minnesota. We stopped at various historic river towns. One particular stop had great spiritual significance and meaning. He wanted to take us to a hidden spot with a dock where one could dive into the deep part of the river. Unfortunately two ladies in our traveling group did not want to get in the river by way of the dock, they were afraid. They had heard that the waters at this dock were dark and dangerous. Instead they went to the very public river shore and entered there, along with others I did not know. They waded into the river water, up to mid-shin, near the shore, and splashed around getting their bodies wet from the sprays of water. I watched them enjoy the water.
Then, The Traveler spoke to me, as I was observing them and said, “come with me to the dock”. I follow him to the dock and saw for myself that the water there was not dark, dangerous, and muddy but rather – clear, calm, and deep. The Traveler then said, “dive in here, for the water here is pure, clear, refreshing, and deep. The water here brings healing”.
Immediately, I knew I must tell my traveling friends the truth about the water at the dock. I ran to the shore with urgency and cried out to my friends, “Don’t enter the water here; its shallow and muddy. Let me take you to the river water at the dock – it’s pure, refreshing, deep and brings healing. You’ll have to take a risk though and dive in with abandon, fully immersed. Your feet won’t touch the bottom. You’ll have to swim or tread water. You can’t gradually get in here, you’ll have to take a dive. There will be initial shock at the cold, deep, and change of situation, but you’ll quickly adjust. You’ll soon be refreshed and your body will respond to the deep and receive healing.”
My traveling friends heard me and looked down at the streaks of mud on their damp clothing, proof of the muddy waters they were in. Their clothes were damp, not soaked, for only splashes of water had reached the upper part of their bodies. They looked down at the shin-level water they were standing in, and they could not see their feet, even though the water was shallow. Yet they were in control here, they were able to walk in only as far as they wanted. They chose to be close to the shore; they had chosen the river shallow. Moments earlier they had been having fun as they splashed around, but now they realized they were covered with streaks of residual mud. They understood there were no healing properties here, unlike the river deep, the waters at the dock. They knew then they needed to get out and follow me to the dock. Will they dive in?
Well, I never saw this portion of the dream for the scene changed after we reached the dock. The next scene alludes to the fact that myself and one other dove in, but I’m not certain about the others, nor these two ladies traveling- they were not in the next scene which was essentially our return home after our adventurous journey with the traveler.