“In my dreams and visions, I seemed to see a line, and on the other side of that line were green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white ladies, who stretched out their arms to me over the line, but I couldn’t reach them no-how. I always fell before I got to the line.” Harriet Tubman
I consider myself to be a dreamer. My dreams have been known to scare me, to alert me to danger, to create a new character for a play, decide how to begin a day and totally confuse me. I’ve dreamt about adopting a pet bison and raising him on Purina Bison Chow. I’ve dreamt of a three headed queen, which allowed me to cast three young ladies for a part they were all suited for. When I’ve been worried, I may dream of a solution to what’s troubling me. Dreams have always been very vivid- in brilliant color and often times ridiculous.
Last night I had a dream that caused me to wake in the midst of it and then want to get right back to sleep so I could finish it and find out what happened. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could record some of those dreams? In last night’s dream, the world was in a terrible state of anxiety, much like it really is. Our days seem to be jam packed with things to be concerned about.
As I floated from one ugly thing to another there was a kaleidoscope of broken glass which filled my mind. Slowly the color blue began to fill my imagination. It was a comforting feeling. With each addition of color, the blues became indigo, aqua, turquoise, sky blue and created a feeling of peace. It was if the world was being infiltrated with the saturation of refreshing water.
Our dreams can be an accumulation of the things we struggle with daily. They can lead us to timely decisions. They can confuse or antagonize us, but this dream kept drawing me back in. I didn’t want to leave it. It was in fact, just what I needed. A time to reflect, to imagine a world without turmoil and rage. A time to simply let God bleed His precious, cleansing water over my mind and give me a much needed rest.