Last night I dreamed that a priest named Jonathan flew over the ocean from England in an airplane, made his way to Thibodaux on his own, and met me at Nicholls State University here in town. Jonathan looked nothing like the other English Jonathan whom I know. He was much shorter, about my height (5'7"), had a thick mane of wavy, carrot-colored hair, not a blazing carrot color, but a quiet carrot shade, wore metal-framed glasses, and was of stocky build.
I ooohed and aaahed and said, "You did it! And all your own!" His wife did not make the trip. We chatted for a bit, and then I asked Jonathan what he would like to do first. We decided to have a meal at one of the campus eateries. For some reason, we had to go our separate ways briefly, intending to meet again shortly to eat. Our mistake was not to settle on which cafeteria or café on the campus we would meet. I spent the rest of the dream wandering from one eatery to another on the campus and never finding Jonathan. End of dream.
Oh, that I were Adrian Worsfold and could draw a picture of the dream Jonathan. I've been asked whether I dream in color, but I could never answer because I couldn't remember if I did nor not. Now I know. The image of the dream Jonathan remains quite vivid today, and, for some strange reason, I'd like to draw the man and see the picture before me. Why is it that certain dream images have such an impact?
When I met the other Jonathan, MadPriest, he did not seem so very mad to me, hardly mad at all.
Psychologists tell us that dreams are a powerful vehicle of the subconscious mind, but Scripture is filled with stories of people having dreams. They are powerful vehicles of the soul.
ReplyDeleteI definitely dream in color.
ReplyDeleteI spent the rest of the dream wandering from one eatery to another on the campus and never finding Jonathan.
ReplyDeleteAre you sure this was a dream?
Elizabeth, I'd have no trouble accepting that dreams are powerful vehicles of the soul, but are we to do something with the dreams?
ReplyDeleteCL, now I know. The hair was striking.
MadPriest, there were similarities to real life in the dream, English, Jonathan, priest, and the thick mane of carrot-colored hair (heh, heh).
When I was in England, I remember someone wandering round and round the village square looking for the post office and never finding it until a foreign woman intervened and asked a passer-by. Now who was that? Why, it was you!