I had the craziest dream the other night. The strangest part
is that I almost never remember my dreams, but I can’t get this one out of my
head. In my dream, I was walking down a road, intent on getting to my
destination. I looked up and I saw a bird walking on the road towards me. The
bird was all black and had a long, large beak. On top of the bird was a cap,
one that a laborer would wear. I knew I would have to confront this bird to
continue on my way and so I began to fight with the bird. I knocked the hat off
and then realized that the bird was suddenly much darker and much bigger. Though
I was intimidated, I attacked again. It was then that the bird suddenly was
three vibrant colors, in stripes. I was more terrified of this bird than of
anything else, and I backed away a few paces. Then, I stood my ground and began
to wrestle with this bird also. In the midst of our struggle, the bird turned
into a vixen. The vixen was ferocious and attacked me without hesitation or
forethought. It knocked me off the road and we fought violently until I knocked
it back onto the road. It bit me several times and I saw my hand was caught in
its jaws when it became an overweight basset hound, lying on the road. I was
comfortable and unafraid of this dog and I did not bother to remove my hand
from its teeth knowing that it wouldn’t bite me. I sat down beside it and I did
not fight. Then, I woke up.
I didn’t think too much of it until the next night. I was
lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but could not get the dream out of my
head. Finally, out of frustration with the stupid dream, I prayed for understanding
of what the dream meant. Immediately, the dream replayed itself in my head, but
I understood every part.
The first bird with the hat was work, hobbies and
side-projects, which I bury myself under convincing myself that I’m too busy to
follow my purpose.
The larger black bird was shame and depression, which
intimidates me from moving forward with my life.
The colorful bird was my passion and desire for romance.
Though I’m terrified by romantic relationships, I become enraptured by the
beautiful idea of romance and even become backtracked by it.
The vixen was my self-destructive nature. Lust, anger and
pride have led me off the path altogether and nearly killed me.
The dog is my complacency. I become so comfortable with it
that I am overcome by inaction and don’t even think to fight it. It doesn’t
seem like it’s a threat and so this, after everything else, becomes my undoing.
Dreams are weird. Interpreting them is weirder. However,
there is a clear Biblical precedence for dreams and sharing them when interpreted,
so there you go. Maybe it will encourage you like it has me.
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