Jasmine

Hey guys. Thx for the advice and help.
I agree with what you said about the cave, dreamster. Also, if you look at symbolisim in the bible, it could mean a place of death to self (some caves were tombs). The actual cave was clear cut and looked perfect, as if someone just cut through it. That could mean God making the paths straight. On the dream, I start the journey with luggage/baggage and when it's over, I'm only carrying the clothes on my back.
I don't feel the plane means the journey, because that was the theme of it all. The plane hints at how I'll reach my destination. It could mean a ministry, but I'm not sure.

Please pray...

I can't give too many details on the dream because its about a very personal issue but basically in the dream I was on a long journey to a destination with my mom in which we took a long plane ride and then we go through a tight upward tunnel in a mountain till we exited a cave close to the top.
I know a airplane or jet may mean a ministry, but recently a dream manifested where I couldn't rely on/trust two ministries to get me to said destination and the end result was realizing that I should stick to relying the Holy Spirit. I know the Holy Spirit can lead me to a ministry, but I'm not to sure the airplane means that. Also, I've heard that a cave could mean a difficult place to get into or out of. Cave could mean a hiding place. What do you think?

Alligators have big mouths. The temptation could be gossip or being involved in it somehow. When we give into temptation, it could very well gobble us up. The phrase "deeper water" makes me think of drowning. So, maybe you'll see if you give in you will feel like your drowning in the aftermath.
Also, it might not necessarily be temptation alone. The alligator might also represent a person who could tempt you into gossiping or listening to gossip or some other sun.
Since an alligator has a big mouth, it might also mean someone or you speaking openly about private matters that should be kept private, which might have to do with the flood and the unfamiliar house.
Floods could mean trouble or destruction. You're in an unfamiliar house. Houses could sometime represent people (we're houses or temples for the Holy Spirit). The fact that it's unfamiliar could show you the temptation might have to do with another person. If it's a person, the flood is their personal problem that they might show you. Then, the temptation could be to tell someone when you shouldn't. Giving in might pull you deeper into a real big problem. Also, when I think of the word unfamiliar, I think this conflict might not have to do with someone you are NOT intimately involved with, for example, an acquaintance or co-worker.
Punching it in the nose, the nose is obviously symbolic. I'll have to look into it.
As you can see, I was trying to find the interp as I was typing.
Another possibilty is you are helping someone with their problems and temptation (alligator) and begin to face the temptation yourself. I think it was Paul, but in an epistle it says that when helping someone with a temptation or sin struggle, to make sure you don't fall into sin yourself.
I'm trying to see it from all angles.
If anything resonates take it, but what doesn't fit plz toss.
You might not be prone to gossiping (if that's the temptation), but anyone could be tempted with anything. Jesus was really tempted but the temptation is never a reflection of the one who is being tempted, but rather the tempter.
Your struggle with the alligator shows the strength of the temptation. God is showing you that you should be afraid, because you can win and God will provide a way out (punching the nose).

When God calls you to do something, he equips you with the tools you need, so you can't say you are unqualified or ill-prepared. He has worked out the details a long time ago and he works everything together for your good. If you fear anything bad would happen, trust God. He know what will happen in the future. In most cases, nothing turns out as bad as you think. No one will laugh at you or through tomatoes. If you hear giggles, its because the person is remembering something funny, is talking with someone who is funny, or likes to laugh at inappropiate times. Remember: God always holds your hand.

To fix a fear is to face it. When you speak in front of people, don't look them in the eye. Look in their general direction and look at something a little far off, like the wall behind them, but make it seem you are looking at them. Also, pretend that the message you need to speak will save them, because it will. Pretend there is someone who is suicidal in the audience and that your words will convince them to live another day. If you're talking about Jesus, your words do carry this power.
Don't speak too fast. If you have written what you will say, don't hold the paper too close to your face. It shouldn't be higher than your upper abdomen. Don't hold it to close to your body either. Keep it a few inches from your body. If you are reading from the paper, look up at the audience every few seconds. Practice! Practice! Practice! Practice what you say in an empty room and in front of your friends and family. Get feedback and accept contructive criticism and make improvemets and adjustments where it's needed. The more you practice, the more confidence you get.

Don't shrink back from what God has planned for you. You will regret playing it safe way more than you can possibly regret stepping out in faith. Actually, you won't regret it.

God bless you.

Getting matching tattoos could symbolize a contract or even covenant. Tattoos are permanent and are very hard to get rid of of. Is there something in your life that could relate to making a pact with someone or something? Toss it if it doesn't fit.

Pray for Steven. He is a guy in a couple of my classes. I don't know if God has put it on my heart to pray for him or not, but I figure that either way it's a good idea. He seem like your typical disgruntled male teenager. He's kind of a jock, too. He calls himself rude and stuff and people agree, but to me, he seems more apathetic than anything. He is just cold, there doesn't seem to be actual malice. He's civil, really. I know that his father passed away. Think it may have been in recent years and there has been some bad history between them or at least his parents. He's Jewish.

God, turn him towards you. Show him the truth of Jesus Christ. Take his stone heart and make it flesh. Soften him totally. Make him into a new creation. Change his perspective on his own life, life in general, people, and the world. Show him that you love him with an everlasting love. Show him your fatherliness. Cradle him like a young son. If it's in your will, let me see his transformation. Thank you for his metamorphosis. Thank you for giving me a compassionate heart.
in Jesus name, Amen.

Anything in particular? I barely have dreams of importance. I always remember dreams from God. I have some in my old posts.

Jennie and Delightful Soul,
I wouldn't call this abuse. This is how single mothers treat their children. My mother and I can still have fun and be around each other and be friendly. Same for the rest. While the top post is true, this isn't an always thing. As far as my dreams go, I am interested in it because of what it brings if I were to hit it big. The money would be there so I can pay my family's debts, have them live quite comfortably, and have more than enough for philanthropy. The fame and attention so people would have me as a good influence. I see that Christians in this industry are shunned now. I have so many issues in my life at this point that I feel directionless. I go to church with my mother so having a friend from there might just ruin her reputation. They don't gossip, but I doubt anyone can hold back a sudden glare. Even if I do, who's to say they won't overlook it. This is how almost everyone is treated at home. In fact, compared to most teens around me, I am immensely blessed. My closest friend is in Ecuador till later this month. My mom isn't directing her angry words at us recently. It's summer so as soon as school is back on it's back. As far as my other horrendous burdens, where is my help? God is there but I can't hear him. I feel helpless in nearly every situation in my life. At this point I have no one other than my therapist, who I only see once a week. I am at a point in my recovery where I have to fend for myself. I am so advanced in DBT skills that I don't need help. I can't help but feel I need someone.

Lord,
Make a way for Destine to attend the school she wants to go to. Your will be done, regardless.
Amen.

Why does it feel like longer? Pray my ears will be wide open and I can talk with the pastor afterwards. Thanks.

Your welcome. I wish I knew sooner, though.

This dream seems self-explanatory to me. It seems you will be at least considered for a RN job. Keep us posted.

I don't know if anyone knows this. No one has mentioned it. http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/redbluffdailynews/obituary.aspx?pid=165536687

I am horribly angry at everyone. I know people will think its teen angst, but I think its been established that I am far from being a normal teenager. I haven't even rebelled and I'm turning 17 this summer. I have never done illegal or harmful substances. I've never had sex. I'm not allowed to date until I am 18 and I have followed my mother's rules. I don't have a curfew, because I never go out unless I'm with family or I go to therapy. I don't fight with my mother. I don't get violent. There's written evidence that she sees me as a very respectful person. Every adult who knows me well can see that I am wildly different than any other teenager. The reason I am saying all of this is because a member here had chalked up all my frustrations to teen angst a few years back. Later on, I was diagnosed with juvenile idiopathic arthritis, sleep apnea, four mental/emotional disorders, and a Vitamin D deficiency. To top it all off, according to the NYC Department of Education, the CDC, and every other trusted health company, I am disabled. Don't try to negate that. I can't function in a general education environment. I even get anxious ordering food on the phone. I am currently enrolled in a special ed school.  

Back to the point. I have a lot of anger towards a lot of people. My parents, my grandfather, and my aunt are at the top of the list. They love me and I love them. It's not a matter of authentic hatred, even if my uncle says he sees pure hatred in my eyes. I feel they have wronged me. I haven't heard apologies from all of them. I certainly don't see repentance. My aunt and my mom were in deep denial about my issues. I tried asking to see a professional and I tried to get my mom to see my agony, but she didn't take it seriously. She laughed, she got offensive, she interrupted constantly, she got defensive. Every time I initiated a serious conversation about it, I ended up being in more pain and I would just run to my room crying. My aunt wasn't better by much. She was the same, except she didn't laugh. In fact, she seemed angrier. My uncle (her hubby) knew I wasn't all right and he would tell her that. She would get angry at him. He knew that my rocking back and forth, my pacing, and other stuff I did were not normal. To finally get the help I needed, I exaggerated a few symptoms so my mom would take me to my primary doctor. I had several pages in my journal filled with every affliction I could think of and I showed it to her in her office while my mom was in the examination room. My doctor told her to get me into counseling. She specified that a school counselor wasn't enough. I remember the look on my mom's face. She was annoyed, maybe even angry. She has an extreme dissent for being told what to do with her life and her parenting. But she still didn't believe I wasn't alright until I began cutting myself. Before I began, I already had cutting on my mind and I was really considering it not just as a coping mechanism, but as a way to show my family that I was not okay. I started cutting myself November 2011. My plan was to cover my body with cuts and show my family. My doctors saw the cuts and told my mom. She was angry, but she cried that night. I only know because she told me. Later on, I began taking anti-depressants. My aunt was trying to convince my mom to get me off, but my mom told her I had cut myself before. I feel that if they weren't in denial I wouldn't have had to suffer as much. I realize no one wants to realize someone they love has issues, but their denial worsened and elongated my suffering. If they understood and saw my pain earlier, I wouldn't see the need in harming myself. I know I shouldn't hold on to the past, but this hasn't been resolved completely.

My family taught me to believe anything is possible with God, but at the same time they tell me to think realistically about my career choices. I wanted to be in the entertainment industry. I liked the idea of acting and singing, but what I really enjoyed was screenwriting (I still do). Before this aspiration, I felt like I had no talent whatsoever. I would say I wanted to be a pediatrician to whoever asked. But I didn't really want to do that. I would just say that because I thought it was a good career. I wasn't taught to dream big, I learned on my own. When I wanted to be in that industry, I had ambition and I discovered I had incredible creativity. I had big hopes. I would even pray, asking God to give me what I needed for my dreams. I knew if I didn't ask, I wouldn't receive. I would tell my my mom and aunt that I would pray for God to help me in this. I would tell them it's possible with God. Their argument: God isn't going to do that, it's not likely He will do that. They were basically telling me that while God can do everything and anything, and he has done this for people in the past, he won't do it for me because I don't have the connections and I don't have enough talent. Gee, thanks! My father told me he'd be ashamed of me if I were an actor or singer. I'm still screenwriting. I'm still dreaming. When I get my Screenwriters Guild Award or my Oscar, I'm keeping it in an awards case next to the formal apology from my family. I'm declaring it, in Jesus name!

My grandfather tells people what they should do. He will always share his opinion. The annoying part is he is right half the time. He never puts it gently. For example, I had just gotten out of a psych hospital and he told me I should stay for a year if I go back since I am so ungrateful. According to my mom and aunt he has mellowed out a lot. I guess I should be grateful I wasn't born sooner.

My dad -     /t17036-a-daughter-s-forgiveness?highlight=a+daughter+s+forgiveness
Just read.

I still get angry at them, especially my mom. While my mother is a good person and she loves me, she has done the bare minimum in raising my sister and I. She put us in school, she took us to the doctor, she made sure we were never alone and she never abused us. However, the part of making us functioning, independent members of society was left out. Here's what I mean: I am a very messy person. My room is covered with dirty clothes that I still wear. The entire house is filthy. I am too lazy to clean it up. I wasn't consistently told and taught to pick up after myself. Independant adults pick up after themselves, they keep their living space clean, they have good hygiene, they are social, and they are not afraid to travel to the corner store alone. I wasn't taught to do any of those. Yes, she is a single mom and it was hard for her, but considering we lived with our grandparents, and our aunt and uncle until I was 12, she had it easier than most. My mom still isn't careful with her words, and sometimes it's intentional. She has said she wishes she was childless, she has called us bad daughters, she says she needs to go on an extended vacation without us. She doesn't mean it and she usually apologizes. But it still happens. You know what usually causes her to say these things: I didn't take out the trash, there's too many dishes to clean, the trash can is overflowing, the leftovers got spoiled, and other petty things. I know she is having an incredibly rough time with the bills and her health but that doesn't justify her actions. If it doesn't justify her actions, then why should I let it go every single time? Why should I be the doormat? Why can't I say something? I feel my actions are futile, but I'm still very passionate about this.

The bottled-up anger is burning a hole in me. No matter how much I am resistant to it, I know I need to forgive her. But how? Forgiveness is an action. I could tell her, God, and myself that I have forgiven her till I'm blue in the face, but it won't take away how angry, hurt, and upset I am. I will still tear up when I think of the past. I will still feel upset. I will still live with my mother who will still say rude things. I will still be angry. Honestly, I don't see a solution. I know God can make a way, but there's a barrier.

I am angry at God!!! Not because he let all this happen, but because nothing has changed. I have tried to get closer to him, be filled with the Holy Spirit, and just get him to speak with me in a way I'm sure its him all to no avail. I am brokenhearted. I have soul wounds. I know God loves and wants me. I believe what the bible tells me. Its just that getting my life in order is more than a one-time prayer thing. In order for me to get better, I need to be consistent with prayer and reading scripture. But how can I do that if I get incredibly frustrated, cry, and feel like screaming, throwing things, breaking objects, harming myself. Trying to get better is making me feel worse and it feels like God won't break the barrier. I can't break it at all, even if I had help. I can't tell God that if he doesn't help me, I'll jump of the nearest bridge. He knows I wouldn't go through with it. I can't bribe him with my allegiance. I doesn't work that way. I feel helpless.

I would just post it plainly, but my aunt and uncle would sometimes stalk me on here to see if I'm doing something they disapprove of. Please pm me. Thanks!

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Good idea. But there are things in my life I can't accomplish in a day. Sometimes, I can't cut my goals into smaller ones.

The dreams show an intense desire to be loved back. It's almost a desperation. In your waking life, are you looking for something? Do you feel something missing?

How do I do that? I have so much on my plate. Its much more than my relationship with Jesus and putting the kingdom first. I have school. I have therapy. I need to write, edit, rewrite my scripts. I have multiple doctors' visits. I have weight to lose. I have a sister to take care of, and that includes the homework she "just can't do." I have a mom who needs me to go shopping with her, and not the kind of shopping I enjoy. And there's much more. There's so much to do, and some things I just can't put off, postpone, or anything like that. So much of this needs my attention. The average teenager deals with less than half. I need help!

How did you feel throughout the dreams?

Is God glorified when a self-neglecting person begins to practice self-care. I do not mean virtuous self-denial. I mean when a person does not practice much personal hygiene, has very messy living quarters, and is reluctant to take medication, even if they know it will help them. The Bible seems very unclear about this subject however it implies that people should take care of themselves. Ephesians 5:29 says, "For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church." In the first century, people didn't see depression as a real disease or something to worry about. In all likelihood, righteous people took care of themselves whenever they could.

I haven't had any dreams in the past few weeks. I haven't had any significant dreams in months. I know they don't matter because they would be recurring, stick in my mind, or I would just simply know they were. I have been recently diagnosed with sleep apnea and I sleep with a CPAP machine. Please pray I get something.

I am a Bronx girl!

Hey! I'm from New York, too! Welcome! What part are you from?