As is clear from the date, I had this dream awhile back. However, it is still fairly vivid in my mind. I realize that it is a teaching dream, but some of it makes me wonder. For instance, I am overly helpful and tend to take over. I don’t always give others the opportunity to show what they can do. Many times, this causes conflict. One of the parts I wonder about is the entire music room scene. At the time of this dream, and even today, I am in limbo where I fit in the music area of my life. The moving from place to place until the right room was found rings true in a sense for my life. As for the farm itself, I do not know if this is suppose to happen, will happen, or if it really is just a dream….
March 15, 2011
I had a very vivid dream in the night that I wasn’t ready to wake up from this morning. I don’t like it when your conscious mind begins to try to figure out how to do things in your dream. I am writing this down as best I can remember because I get the idea that it is (or will be) important somehow.
I was standing with another woman when we were approached by someone who asked if there was any way that we could help out. (I got the feeling that a schedule rotation didn’t work out properly, or something to the affect). We walked into what appeared to be a very large house and we were immediately in a huge kitchen. There were several children of various ages running around, but not an overwhelming number. I, somehow, was aware that this was not a single family dwelling, but a home-like institute of sorts. The woman and I began to wash dishes, put items away, wipe down the table and counters and prep items for the next meal (which I knew to be lunch). I then had peas on the stove and two other pots of things cooking, when a man (I believe this was the same person who approached us) came in with two others. Apparently, I had caused some confusion because I had done more than I was suppose to. Yes, there were 2 of us, but I was the one who was being schooled about not overdoing and thereby causing confusion with the rest of the staff. I was only suppose to prep the items that were laid out for that purpose, not cook what I wanted to and take over the kitchen. I remember thinking, ‘I see; the night shift preps for breakfast, but the breakfast shift prepares it and preps for lunch; the lunch shift prepares lunch and preps for dinner and the dinner shift prepares dinners and preps for breakfast.’.
As soon as the confusion was cleared up, we were led from the kitchen farther towards the back of the house and my companion and I were split up and I never saw her again. The rest of my day was spent in a rotation of rooms doing different things with kids of every age, size, color, creed. This was sort of like changing classes at school, but there was also a lot of trying to figure out what worked best. For example, there was music room where the kids not only played instruments, they made them. This class kept getting moved from room to room because the noise was disturbing the other classes. Finally, it was settled where the music class was going stay and it worked out great. I remembered walking in from another class and seeing this tiny child so excited that he had made a tambourine all by himself. I also remember that the teacher was a large black man whose young daughter was in the class and the drums hurt her ears and she went running into her dad’s arms; but I’ve never in real life met these folks. Although I rotated through several classrooms, once I came to the music room, I never rotated out until the dream took a turn….
While I’m watching what is going on in the music room, a little boy rolls a ball out the door and into the room I had been in before. I went to retrieve the ball but my going in disturbed the class, so I went back through the door to the music room and explained that I couldn’t retrieve the ball. As I’m going through the door, however, I noticed the door jams needed work. Then I realized that everything needed LOTS of work, and that it really wasn’t a house. It was more like several rooms had been built and situated on a piece of property. Some rooms were attached to each other, while many more were not.
So I was back in the music room and it was time to change classes or it was recess–I really don’t know, but we all went out double doors located on the side wall of the music room. When I stepped through the doors, I was outside on a large piece of property and kids and adults (more kids than adults) were everywhere. I was walking away from the buildings on a pretty green lawn, asking myself, ‘what is this place?’ I was all sorts of buildings with different types of activities going on everywhere. In the distance, I saw a huge brick building (somehow I knew that we weren’t suppose to be on that property–my mind believed it to be a public school). Then a youth came up to me (the only person I recognize in the entire dream) and says, “Can we go out there to that building?” I said, “Well, I don’t know, let’s go see.” So we walk down to what looks like a box truck without the truck part. There are youths sitting on a bench or boxes very close to the building I know we aren’t suppose to mess with. They are all staring at me and the girl, and they are sort of making fun, but nothing crazy. We walk around to the back of the truck and roll up the door and there are several teens in a weight room of sorts. I told the girl with me that I guess we were allowed to be there. But I got the impression those kids were doing things in the box truck that they weren’t suppose to, so I left the door up! As I began to make my way back to where I had been, I noticed I was weaving around many small garden sheds with little gardens that were sectioned off with railroad ties. They were perfect, and each one had an adult and a child or two working in them. The entire outside setting was just so lovely, from the way the buildings were set to the little gardens, to the manicured lawn. As I continued to walk, I just kept asking this one question: “What is this place?” Finally, out of nowhere, but dropped into my spirit was this: “Samuel’s Farm.”
I woke up and all I could think about was who was Samuel in the Bible besides a prophet of the LORD, and how did his story relate to this dream?