i heart dreams

Isaiah 29:8
As when a hungry man dreams he is eating
   and awakes with his hunger not satisfied,
or as when a thirsty man dreams he is drinking
   and awakes faint, with his thirst not quenched,
so shall the multitude of all the nations be
   that fight against Mount Zion.

Have you ever had a dream about someone?  Someone that you love.  A dream that inspires you to love them even more.  To be in love.  Waking up in that place where you can't forget about them.  You feel yourself bursting at the seams with affection.  Or sometimes the opposite.  Waking up from a dream to feel yourself crying...or almost crying. Guys don't cry. Hurt in the imagination by one so close the wound lingers in real time.  And the thoughts keep returning to love.  To hurt.  To the dream.

i have had those dreams.  It's weird to me how a dream can inspire emotions that follow me all day. Sometimes its even difficult to pinpoint who the dream is about.  But the feeling doesn't go away.  It's deep in the heart, deeper than the mind usually dwells.  The dreams carry the heart to the surface, bubbling up like magma, powerfully hot, seething to the top layer, simmering against the landscape, waking to the dullness of the old world now shattered by the new.  Then i remember, it is only a dream. But this is loves power.  The intangible manifested.  The dream filters its way into reality for a day, perhaps to the evening, only drawing out slowly with the tide of time.  And then the dream finds its place again. 

I wonder if this is my place before God.  What is the power of love and admiration between us?  What is my role in this dream?  Does it matter if i cry for Him?  He is high and i am low.  Does it matter if i pour out my heart into love poems and bring myself to the edge of existence.  What does God think of me? Does He dream of me and then think of me all day?  I feel the weight of that question.  Am I as powerful as a dream?

One wiser than i said:
"How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important.  Indeed, how we think of Him is of no importance except insofar as it is related to how He thinks of us.  It is written that we shall 'stand before' Him, shall appear, shall be inspected.  The promise of glory is the promise, almost incredible and only possible by the work of Christ that some of us, that any of us who really chooses, shall actually survive that examination, shall find approval, shall please God.  To please God...to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness...to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son - it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is." (C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory)

Now what I keep wondering, do i believe this in my heart, where the dreams sleep?