Ordeal in Dreamland

Recently I dreamed I was climbing a bunk-bed ladder that a bunch of people happened to be on; I had to be careful to avoid stepping on them. Then when I reached the top—more folks blocked my way. “Hey!” I hollered. “Don’t you know this bunk bed has a weight limit?” I struggled to push the people aside, feeling smothery and annoyed. I awoke—burning hot—to find the blankets piled over my head.

Dreams are like that: They tend to be bizarre, strange, the real world rearranged. If we desire truth, we dare not look for it in our dreams. What we need has been revealed to us: It is the infallible, finished Word of God.