In my dream last night, I was camping near a neighbor of my parents when I realized that I left my shirt in my parents’ backyard.
It was about to storm and it was getting dark as I walked to their house.
As I approached the backyard, I saw two lions standing near my shirt.
I walked closer and made a noise to scare them away and they started to move away, but the smaller lion stopped and stared at me.
I picked up a hefty rock, like you might find on a railroad track, and threw it at the lion.
The rock bounced on the ground then hit the lion on the head.
I threw another rock that hit it again.
This time, the sound of the rock hitting the lion was like stone colliding with metal.
The smaller lion fell over like a statue.
The larger lion stopped and looked at me.
Instantly, I realized that lions are dangerous and fast.
He could kill me quickly and it seemed that I had killed his friend.
I turned to run to my parents’ house in hopes of getting inside the sliding glass door (which they no longer have).
This is where I woke up.
As I laid in bed, I realized the lion could catch me before I could get to the door or break the glass if I had made it.
If I had hid in another room, he would smell my location and break the wooden door between us.
Then I realized that neither of the lions tried to attack me.
Why did I throw a rock at them?
I thought about what this dream could mean.
Could the lions represent Jesus and God?
Jesus takes the punishment for our sins (like trying to stone the innocent) and died for them, even after we tried to push Him away.
Because of this sacrifice for us, God does not attack us, though we deserve it and there would be no escape from his fury.