Even in My Dreams

Do you think God still speaks to us in dreams? I don't know that I have the clarity of dreams that are found in the Old Testament, but I definitely have dreams. Sometimes I clearly see meaning in my dreams and other times I pray earnestly for God to reveal the message. This dream had a mixture of both elements.
Early Sunday morning I was dreaming about being at church. I was asked to go buy some gifts and come back after the service with them. I should have known something was up when I walked out onto a busy street. My church had been transported to some far away city, much larger than Montgomery.
I found my car and went to buy gifts for the children. I was driving along a road I thought I knew well. Suddenly the road disappeared and I was sliding down a slick embankment! There were people in front of me, young people who were navigating through the now wooded "road" with ease. I found myself out of my car and sliding along my backside down this forever steepening and narrowing now grassy path. I was thrown into a tree on the right side of the road and catapulted gently into the face of a mountain.
This mountain had a face carved in it similar to those of the Moai on Easter Island.The face was looking down making it an impossible mountain to climb. Geometrically speaking, the face of the mountain was an acute angle about 60°. I was praying for help off this mountain. I didn't see a way down. I had a prompting to climb up the mountain. I tried to reason with the prompting. "I can't, I'm not strong enough." I continued to give reasons for not letting go and moving up, but the now voice was still prompting me to climb.
After much debate I slowly released my grip from the mountain and reached up. I was sliding up the face of the mountain! With every reach I got closer to the top. How could this be? How was I sliding UP the mountain? As crazy and chaotic as the sliding down was before, I was now sliding UP in a controlled assisted way. My faith was building now. I triumphantly reached one had ahead of the other and finally simply stretched my arms out as if sliding down a slide. I now realized that God was moving me. It was impossible, but through obedience (or lack of any other options) I made the first move. The less I tried to control my path the easier the accent became.
I reached the top of the mountain and found myself moved to the top of my church, the one I had been trying to get back too all along. I was battered, bruised and tired, BUT I was safe. People came to my aid then the dream gets a little blurry.

How amazing is our GOD! I had a conversation just last week about my resistance to going through something. I told my friend I feel God preparing me for something, but I don't know what. I sense a season of hardship. I don't know in what area particular, but I am encouraged. God makes all things beautiful in His time. How precious and I to my Father in Heaven that He would comfort me in a dream! He will sustain us. He will move in ways that we can't even fathom. Obedience, submissive obedience to God the Father.