I had some dreams about Christian, my seven year older half brother whom I haven’t seen or heard of in five years or so. In one of these dreams he came into my room with a pamflet in his pocket, one which he had found somewhere.
I braced myself as he had not always been kind to me and I didn’t know what to expect. When I saw that the booklet which he took out of his pocket was called the Strength of the Youth, a pamflet I had prayerfully studied, I wondered if he was going to ridicule me or miraculously express some sincere surprise and respect for this booklet from the Church and why I had become a member.
Then the dream rearranged itself into another one where Chris started talking with me about his artwork. And as we did, I saw his beautiful paintings displayed all over the room.
“Do you ever think about fame, and do you have a plan to sell your artwork sometime soon?”, I asked. I thought he had so much talent and I loved his work.
I didn’t get an answer, but cheekily said, “if not, you might not receive much appreciation, only after your death. Only then you would become famous”.
I did not want to suggest blogging about his artwork or use YouTube because I felt I was not in the position to persuade him.
Also, in one of my dreams this afternoon I saw how Chris loved babies and little children, a love which I had never associated with him before. When a baby came into the gallery shop he would tenderly brush its soft cheek, or hold the baby up before him in admiration and prattle, or when it was a child he would play with it.
I am taken up with these dreams to the point that they make me see my half brother in a different light.
Grateful for a day of rest on which I can relax, take a nap and reflect on the dreams I have had, I leave you with a quote to encourage you to interpret your own dreams.
An uninterpreted dream is like an unopened letter.