I’m fairly adept at dream analysis. I always wanted to be, ever since I first heard the story of Joseph as a little girl. It seemed to me that any skill which saves a young man’s life and, by extension, whole empires of people, well, that’s a skill you want to have. So I prayed for that along with the skill of wisdom. Wisdom was the thing I learned about Solomon asking God for. One Sunday School teacher pointed out that by choosing wisdom over wealth Solomon both pleased God and got wealthy anyway. I was around six when I had this lesson, and even then I thought that was a craven way to look at (even though at that point I didn’t know the word ‘craven’). Anyway, from that point on I began asking for wisdom because it seemed like the best skill to have if you wanted to help people.
I know I got the dream thing, but I’m far less sure about the other.
Some of my dreams are subconscious housecleaning while every now and then I’ll have an oddly precognitive one. The one I just had and am now awake from was mostly housecleaning but had what I hope is a cause for hope. I wrote all the details out and, seeing them in writing I knew what emotions and events were behind it all.
That is supremely satisfying. To be able to distill your troubles like that…man! I love it. The end of the dream, though, left me with a strong hope that someday there will be a cure for my Furry Little Problem and all will be well.
I always wanted to help people…my favourite stories were of Solomon and the baby, Deborah, and Joseph feeding his blackguard brothers.