What's with that dream!!

Whoa! What is with that dream?

The one where I was in a small town coffee house. The whole town was there. They were having a serious discussion. I was playing a board game. The game was part of the serious discussion.

I was the only one playing, though the board held many pieces. I needed to put one of the pieces together. It was made of hard paper and if done correctly, folded a certain way to make a car.

I couldn't do it. I lost the game. The coffee house was destroyed. Only a dozen people survived, walking around the shell of the building wondering what they were going to do now.

I left the coffee house and began walking up the narrow sidewalk of main street. Satan ran ahead of me...laughing.
I yelled at him, "You didn't win! You didn't win!"
He replied in a sweet teasing voice, "Now that's no way to start out our relationship."

I turned around and darted for the public restroom. Satan lunged forward to stop me, yelling NO!!

The sight was horrific. My husband was stuck to the wall and bleeding from his neck. I screamed and had to look away.
When I looked back up- I noticed he was moving and groaning. He's Alive!

I got him down and slid the knife out of his neck. It wasn't in the middle...it was off to one side, which might be the reason he wasn't dead. Blood gushed from his body like a river as I struggled to step outside under the weight of his lean.

In my mind I knew...Satan had stabbed him and pinned him to the wall because I lost the game.

I lost the game...

Lord, I don't know why we have dreams like this. But I over analyze everything. Does this mean I am afraid I will let down the people I love?

I dreamed this 2 nights ago, yet it's fresh in my mind...like I just woke up.

When the darkness falls

Dear God,
I know you are there when darkness settles. I don't have to question. When it seems the tower will cave...you are there. I know you will pick up the pieces. You will take my ashes and create a new work of art better than the one before. My weakness is great. I cave and fall like a deck of cards.
I effect so many people around me with my choices. I want to make better choices. The bicycle is out of control, my bare feet are blistered. I bleed from my withered fingers. Wretched is my soul. I know why the sinner sings Amazing Grace...how sweet the sound! I am that undeserving maget that knows nothing but of itself.
Truth I do not know. Wisdom I have lost. Darkness covers my joy and Satan takes his one degree.
But you are in the emptyness. The bitter, cold and lonely spaces.
Fill me Lord. Fill me with you grace.
Amen.