The Dream Team

Blog 1816 – 09.13.2020

The Dream Tree

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The Dream Tree

Dreams are where we get to practice all scenarios and try them on for size. I quote often the little childhood song, “Row, Row, Row, Your Boat” that concludes, I think, with the true meaning of life “Life is but a dream.”

Granted at times even the best of lives can seem more like a nightmare than a sweet dream, but one of the best ways to live our dreams is to realize where and from whom they truly come.

I do not often remember my night time dreams, but I had a really vivid one of my beloved mother who passed twenty years ago that stuck in my heart this morning so I share it. I was a grown man in the dream, looking much as I do now, in the back yard of the little rental house my parents rented from 1960 to 1977. The little house was torn down long ago, but in my dream it was still there and Mama was still living in it. I looked up to see two large dogs in the brush near the street at the back of the yard they were growling at me as if they intended to make a meal of me. I pulled a loaded Glock 17 from my pocket and was about to ended them both when I decided to just slowly back toward the back of the house.

I remember the house had a screened-in back porch with steps up to it, but in the dream it was level with sliding doors in back like the home my wife and I have shared for over thirty years. After I stepped into the house I told mom about meeting up with the two vicious canines. She smiled and said, “Oh, those are just my puppies, and there are three of them. You’ll love them when you get to know them and they you.” I looked again out the sliding glass doors and saw three big beautiful puppies playing together, one black, one brown and one golden. I immediately woke and was so happy that in my dream I had the sense not to pull that trigger in a moment of panic.”

Due in part I think to a dog bite that I received as a young boy I have spent a great deal of my life afraid of dogs. Some years ago I faced that fear and realized that dogs bark because they are afraid of us and are just trying to warn us off by scaring us away. I remembered my dad tried to teach me as a boy that a wise man always walks away from a fight if he can and always leaves room for the other person to back off if they wants to as well. Maybe all fights cannot be avoided, but I believe many, most can, sparing us giving and getting hurt and being forced to live long lifetimes of regret.

I’d much rather spend my dream singing, “Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream” than, sadly, sadly, sadly recalling some trigger happy nightmare moment.

How about you, are you living your dream, or are you just living over and over somebody else’s nightmare? That is the secret I was about to share before I got carried away sharing the dream that I had just before I woke up this morning.

“I am so glad and grateful that everything that I could ever want or need is already mine and coming to me at just the right time and in just the right way from my loving and infinite source.” We, at least our Higher Self, is that loving and infinite source and that is who and where dreams and desires come from.

“Delight thyself in the Lord and he (she) will give you the desires of your heart.”

Next time someone asks, “How are you doing?”, remember to prime your own pump and say, “I am living my sweetest dream.”

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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