Last night, I had a dream that involved the actor that played George in Seinfield, a meltdown at a nuclear power plant, and condos, I think. Most of my dreams are strange like this, but I suppose this one was just especially memorable and bizarre. My dreams often reflect my fears, thoughts, desires, etc. But I wonder why God doesn’t appear in my dreams terribly often (does He ever?), even after I fall asleep after praying. Are dreams where the heart is? Is God where my heart is?
I also find that I don’t spend nearly enough of my time working on my relationship with God. And what you spend your time on is, essentially, what’s important to you.
Some unsettling food for thought