Dreams to Prayers

Last night I had a dream that affected me. Have you ever had one of those? I've thought about it all day. Now these days, since I'm not sleeping that hard, I remember my dreams and most are just wacky....like flying, stuffed cows with butterfly wings are falling down all around me and I have to escape in my '86 camaro that talks like Kitt on "Knight Rider". Can anyone interpret this? Should I blame it on my meds, which Brad has so sensitively named my "crazy pills"? What's the deal with dreams? My recurring nightmare is that I'm about to go onstage and I don't know ANY of my lines OR the words to ANY of the songs. This is scary stuff, people. I seriously wake up sweating. So last night I dreamed of a friend (that I don't think of that often, truthfully) and he was saying goodbye and I didn't know why but I was afraid for his life. As it came back to my mind throughout the day, I decided to pray for him. I sometimes think that when God suddenly brings someone to mind, that I should pray, so that what seems like a random moment to me, becomes an ordained moment for eternity. So that even a fleeting thought is productive and purposeful. God is good and He is never the one to make me afraid, but He can use my fears for His glory. So next time flying cows are after you, turn your fears into prayers and duck! Even the cute little car with artificial intelligence can't protect you from your vivid imagination.