Reoccuring Dreams: Church Camps

I've been having reoccuring dreams again. This time, about Church Camps. 

Reoccuring Dreams usually means that God is speaking something to me. They can happen daily in a row or over a period of a couple of days or weeks. But usually across a season and never come back again. I wonder what God is trying to say this time. Does He want me to organize a camp?

The First Dream: Youth Camp

I dreamt that there was a camp in my house. I think it's the one in Australia. The house was newly renovated, and my kids were so excited -- choosing their rooms. There were like thirteen rooms. My youngest two ended up choosing two mini rooms (Yes, small rooms that only fit a bed!) right across from each other somewhere along the hallway just outside a big room. 

The floor was like large polished light brown square stone tiles -- even the wall. It was all so new and clean and empty.

Then the youth arrived. Teenage girls with their bags. They were struggling to get them up the stairs. So many stairs going in various different directions. It is safe to say I could get lost. Nonetheless, we were all excited and there was an atmosphere of wonder and excitement around.

The camp was to be fifty-five days. No kidding. I think these young people just flew in from Malaysia and had never been to Australia before.

And then I woke up.

The Second Dream: Convention

This time, I only remember the end of it where we were in a rented hotel. And again, so many floors and so many rooms as usual. But this time, I was much younger and reliant on my elder sister -- I had a lot of questions. She was the Coordinator. She organized all this, and so, was very busy and always had a bunch of people following her -- her helpers. I tried to follow, keeping up with the group I was in. And I saw the toys -- a good many toys that was borrowed for the children. And I recognized them in the dream -- they were mine in the dream, but not in real life. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh no, they organized them wrongly -- they should be organized according to alphabetical order. The first container is only for toys starting with, 'A'. Now, I have to go back to reorganize them all myself and it's going to take ages. Should I do it now? Should I tell them they did it wrongly? What if they don't believe that all these are my toys?" They must have borrowed them from me just for the camp -- typical of my sister and I when it came to church -- always using our own stuff.  I remember staring at them all because they were just so many toys, and wonder, 'My, I have so many toys? Was it really this many?'

I remember looking for her, hoping to see her. Somewhere at the end of the dream, I did. She was busy, of course, with a bunch of people, coming down the stairs. I had a question but they were busy talking about urgent matters, as usual. And then I heard about what they were chatting about: someone in Malacca, where the camp was hosted, asked about whether all of us could gather somewhere nearby to eat, 'after the beach'. I was glad we were going to the beach and wondered where that special eating place was. "No" was the answer, followed by a good reason, I'm sure. Well, I don't think changing plans at the last minute is a good idea either, especially with this amount of people. There were families, young people, young adults, kids, youth. Easy more than a hundred people, usually.

And there it was, finally, at the end of the dream -- the convention hall. Huge. Blue carpets and walls and ceiling. Tons of blue banquet chairs. Super high ceiling. Truly the largest I've ever seen as far as convention halls are concerned. Could have easily fit a thousand. Hotel workers were dragging some interesting looking room dividers around to navigate the people who would later fill the hall. 

And then I woke up. And I remembered how much I missed my sis.

Similarities

In both dreams, I think it was the beginning of a camp. Both had teens in them: one was a youth camp for girls, and the other, convention. Both held in pretty large facilities -- which is just about impossible for where we are as a church today -- very far fetched. Both times, it was definitely my church and no other. And both times, I was personally involved somehow -- it was either my house or my stuff -- that was used. And both times, I was clearly excited. And finally, in both times, I was in awe of how much I had -- be it the amount of rooms or the amount of toys which were used for the camp. Still unsure if the latter was a good thing, but in the camp it was. Apparently, we had that many children.

Found anymore similarities? Let me know in the comments below.

* tRUST & OBey the LORD *