On the night of January 20, 2022, I dreamed I was pregnant. In the dream, I was a surrogate for another woman who happens to be a personal, real-life friend of mine.
Ironically, she was my surrogate as well. In the natural, a surrogate is "a substitute, especially a person deputizing for another in a specific role or office." Most often we think of surrogates as surrogate mothers, which is what the dream depicted.
Three Surrogates
In the dream, I gave birth to a baby boy and named him Maximus.
There was no labor, no pain, no travail. In fact, the baby was born inside a womb-type encasement, suddenly outside of my body. It was the strangest experience to witness in a dream. One moment I was very pregnant and the next moment the baby was outside of me. Yet those who were in the room knew he had been born. In that moment I named him Maximus, which means "greatest."
Typically, the dreams I have that are significant are extremely detailed, even down to the colors and placement of objects. The Lord will often give direction and clarity for my life, marriage and ministry in my dreams as well, so I felt it was important to describe the atmosphere of the room.
The delivery
room felt like a warehouse; everything was gray and dark. The tables we gave birth on were sleek steel tables — somewhat like the metal tables that you'd see the deceased lying on, or maybe where they'd prep for an autopsy in a crime drama film.
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