dreams and time

I have learned over the years that when ever I have dreams about my home that I grew up in (I'm 53 now) I know it has something to do with my family or myself. For example...When I was about 40 years old I had a dream that I was out on my front porch of the house I grew up in. I hadn't lived in that house for 22 years, hadn't seen it for probably 10 years. Anyway, when I went onto the porch I heard heavenly praise music and began to dance. I saw my family out in the yard dancing to the music. The scene began to change...my family faded out and I saw "foreigners" dancing to a strange "foreign" music. I became very sad. I then began to move down to the right side of my porch. My porch seemed to go on and on and the further I went the darker it got. All of a sudden - at the end of the porch - I came upon a rose bush. It was full of white roses. It took my breath away, the roses were so beautiful in the darkness. I reached out to the roses, knowing that I could take as many as I wanted but I only pulled off 3. Then I hear the voice of God and I fell to my knees with my head to the ground. The voice said, "be holy, pure and righteous". I woke.About 3 months later my husband came home from work and told me that he felt the call to go into the mission field (a child hood dream of mine) but we were in our 40s and I had long ago let the dream go.Over the next 7 years we went into the mission field 3 time (3 roses). (The first place we were sent was China.) The love of my heart - the Lord - the white roses that filled me with unspeakable love. It took me 13 years to understand the full meaning of that dream.I've learned to wait, sometimes a long time for the meaning of my dreams. I don't have them as often either, but that's ok cause usually with dreams comes challenges and I am enjoying my peace ...and comfort for that matter:)