I note there are three interesting things about the dreams I remember. One interesting thing about dreams is the setting; they always seem to have some sort of familiarity. Another interesting thing about dreams is that if I wake-up, look at the clock, and decide I have some extra time, I seem to go into a level of consciousness, as I start to ponder, that perhaps isn't as deep as my average sleep; the dream during this period of time seems easier to remember. The third thing I just forgot; perhaps I was thinking that it is usually the last dream of my sleep time that I tend to remember.
In my dream this morning, the setting was an Army base. I was carrying a baby. Everyone was busy packing equipment and preparing to deploy for a war. I was outside crossing over open concrete drainage ditches with the baby under my arm. I'm not sure where I was headed. I wound-up at McDonald's, and I was filled with anger. I yelled at the cashier, and then I screamed at the manager. I do not even know what happened to the baby. I was so consumed with anger, I was blind to everything else.
Yesterday morning I read in my church manual Addiction Recovery Program: A Guide to Addiction Recovery and Healing the following words "many people become so dependent on a behavior or a substance that they no longer see how to abstain from it. They lose perspective and a sense of other priorities in their lives. Nothing matters more than satisfying their desperate need. When they try to abstain, they experience powerful physical, psychological, and emotional cravings. As they habitually make wrong choices, they find their ability to choose the right diminished or restricted." The manual also states, "We who once lived with daily depression, anxiety, fear, and debilitating anger now experience joy and peace."
My prayer is that we may all find and experience that joy and peace. --john
Tags: Anger Addiction
