Today’s article is a guest post by Ann Hitchcock. I have known Ann for over a decade and she walks in a deep friendship with the Lord. I asked her to relay her story about her dream because we’re living in an hour where we need to hear from multiple sources that the Lord is calling out to us to stop and listen to Him. Ann and her husband, Jeremy, live on the West Coast with their three children.
For as long as I can remember I have been a prolific dreamer. My nights are filled with an average of at least one, but usually two to three dreams and sometimes more. Each dream is in full color and has a vivid movie like quality where the characters and plot usually linger with me long after I have awoken.
Because dreams were such a normal part of my nights, I assumed that my nocturnal experiences were commonplace and not worth mentioning unless I had a particularly frightening nightmare. I had no idea that people still believed God could and would talk to them in their dreams. The churches I grew up in taught that the prophetic, dreams and visions and other possibly uncomfortable to deal with supernatural gifts and events had passed away.