Just a Little Something

Okay, so I woke up this morning remembering a vivid dream.  Alright, don't worry - I don't want to bore you with my passive mental meanderings.  Don't pretend to be interested for my sake, anyway.  But I will share: I was in some sort of small boat, like a canoe or raft, barely off the shore of a small, tropical island.  I was not alone - if I put the pieces together, my wife, my son, and my two brothers and my parents were with me.  Well, they were with me at least at some point or another (since dreams are so logical).  Again, trying to put the pieces together after the fact, it seems as though I was on some mission to preach to the local peoples of this island.  When the water craft landed, there was a beautiful, albeit small, sandy beach.  And there were a number of people, probably around twenty, that were all there waiting.  So, I preached.  Not a clue what about, other than Jesus, I'm sure.  I must have stayed on the island for at least that day - and then the next day it was time to go.  That was about it.
Some things "stick out" to me about this dream: when we were in the water arriving, the island appeared to be dog-legged, to the right; the island was small, like the size of a golf course; we stayed in some sort of trailer on the island; I don't think I was the only "preacher" to visit - rather it seemed they had preachers on a regular basis;  my two brothers were with me, and my oldest brother gave some of his clothing to one of the locals; I specifically remember seeing Caleb's face, and him running for me; there was some sort of deadline regarding our time to go.
Now the question is, why am I sharing this?  I'm not sure.  I can remember a distinct feeling between what I call "bad pizza" dreams and "mystery" dreams.  I label a dream "bad pizza" if it's probably a result of some strange connection between what I ate and what I drank the previous night.  You know, images of purple crocodiles and a police officer eating ice cream.  Maybe an elephant with bright red toe nails.  But then I label a dream a "mystery" dream if I feel like there's something for me to figure out.  These dreams usually make a little more logical sense, and then there is always that strange sense of purpose on them.  I don't get these too often, but I'm familiar with them.  This dream falls into the mystery category, so I've written it down to remember, and to ponder.
The book of Jeremiah preserves the story of how God spoke to this prophet with visual clues.  God showed him the branch of an almond tree.  "Almond tree" in old Hebrew sounds similar to "watching" - much like "see" in English sounds similar to "sea."  God told him the meaning - that God was watching to see that His word was fulfilled.  It was like a riddle.  Now, I'm not saying this to establish some doctrine or teaching on how God speaks to us.  But I think it does reveal something about the nature of God.  We call Him the "God of Wonders" and talk about how much higher His thoughts are than ours.  But then, when we ask Him a question or seek Him for something, we expect that He will use third-grade English to make it clear to us.  And sometimes He does.  Sometimes, however, I think He relishes the mystery - He knows that we learn so much more when we hunt it out.  When we seek it out, we rarely forget, and that is very valuable to Him.
Maybe this dream I've had is bad pizza (or, more accurately, spaghetti).  Maybe it's more, I don't know.  Maybe I've written it down, and will never think much more of it.  But it has stirred some thoughts in me now, and brought me to God once again.  I'm thankful for that.  And as I engage it with my questions, I doubt it will be easy to forget.