Long, long have we had a fascination with dream interpretation. Some believe dreams to be a direct revelation by God himself to the dreamer. The cool thing is, unlike many things that require complete and utter faith in the unseen- dreaming still holds stock in our unfaithful world. Whilst God is sometimes a taboo subject with some individuals, dream interpretation can be a gateway to conversation with that same person- it’s up to you on how you sneak some morsels of Godness into your conversation. It’s like those recipes for sneaking healthy stuff into brownies…if your good at it, they’ll ingest it without even knowing the goodness they received.
Case in point:
Just yesterday I stumbled upon a dream interpreter on the radio. He informed me that to have a dream of a sexual nature of someone outside my faithful relationship did NOT mean I was secretly pining for that person. It actually meant that I saw some quality in that person that I wanted to highlight in my own life. What does this have to do with God you say? nothing really, other than it got me thinking about a few dreams I’ve had in the past two years. A while ago I was going through a time of self redefinition. I was a new mom of four, newly moved, with a hubby that traveled. I felt very alone, and very unsatisfied. I was searching. One night I had a dream that I was frantically running through a store gathering supplies for my “work” when I looked down to my supplies, where I expected to find food items I actually found frames. At the time I was dabbling a little in chocolate dipping and expected, I guess, to be purchasing chocolate stuff, but instead ended up with frames. I was surprised because up to that point, my camera was just my hobby. But I went with it. Over the course of the year, I DID end up dipping chocolates which lead me to being discovered by a boutique owner that wanted to carry my chocolates in her shop. As I met her, I saw a much deeper need for something I KNEW how to do…marketing, blogging, and photographing. We began our unlikely pair up. What ended up happening the more I was behind the camera, and in front of the computer was– I found that I loved what I was doing. I gained confidence in my arena, and began taking on photo sessions for others. She began referring colleagues to me for social media marketing, and product photography. Another year passed by, and a day didn’t go by that I wasn’t approached about either my photography or my social media business. I was thriving. Then I met with the shop owner. Over the past eighteen or so months, we had become quite close- what had started out as a business relationship became a friendship. She confided in me her dreams for the future of the shop and she and I agreed that it would be a great move to team up as partners with the changes of the store. And that my dears as how I became a boutique owner. What has become of my social media and photography you ask? I have completely removed my social media business from all avenues of promotion. My photography is a different story. As of late, I am trying to juggle the two. As I have longed for simplification in my life, this has become the subject of many a prayer. Then God spoke to me…again…in a dream.
Last night I had a dream…I had gone as far as to have a studio, it was close to rent time, I was busy at the shop, and had a session at the studio. I was running late and fresh out of new ideas. I was stressed because rent was riding on this shoot and I had nothing. When I got there, my studio was nothing but a big warehouse… Devoid of any photo props, coziness, or anything else that might indicate the warmth or professionalism of the photographer I hope to portray. That was all. End of dream.
There is the literal conclusion I can draw- your pictures have run their course, concentrate on the shop. BUT there is always the non-literal translation. As with the sex dream translation and the frame dream translation, neither dream was what it seemed. So this then could mean something very different from what may first appear to be.
Remember when Joseph first interpreted the dreams for the baker and the cupbearer….I would have never guessed that the birds eating bread from the basket on the dudes head would mean in three days time they would all but be making snack out of his brains. But hey… Joe was right. He then interpreted Pharaoh’s dreams and we all know those were words from God because here Joseph sits for all to read, In the middle of Genesis. So Joseph- what does MY dream mean? Right now- to me- its unclear. What I do know is this: vs 39 says- since God has shown you all this, there is none so discerning as you…
41: I have set you over the land…in my case my land or my life consists of not a whole people, but my people…my family- those that rely on me. If I remember to give God his glory and remain a humble servant like Mr. Coat of Many Colors- I can rest in the fact that as time continues, my dreams meaning will present itself loud and clear.
Originally posted on my Holy Bible app: Mcamommy
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