Blog 3166 – 07.01.2024

Interpreting Dreams

Unlike Joseph of old I have no special gift of interpreting dreams, still the meaning behind some of our dreams is pretty self-evident. One of my favorite dreams as a boy involved flying, not in a plane but like Peter Pan, just soaring through the clouds high above the earth. What did than mean?

I remember my mother and brother laughing at me when playing in the spray of the garden hose I saw a full circle rainbow and postulated that perhaps all rainbows would be round if the earth did not block our view. As they ridiculed my idea I thought myself a bird with wings being forced to walk instead of flying high in the sky as it was meant to do. One of my favorite songs goes, “One glad morning when the life is o’re, I’ll fly away.”

A darker more stressful dream that I recall involved a bed full of silver half dollars. I grew up quite poor and the only member of my extended family that always had a pocketful of half dollars and lots of folding money was my mother’s sister Aunt Lucile’s husband and that was because he was a bootlegger who sold unlawful booze out the back door of his home, usually in pint bottles,but also fifty cents a shot in a returnable shot glass. He always jingled when he walked from the half dollars in his pocket.

Interpreting my dream of silver half dollars is an easy one to interpret. The little boy in me wanted a pile of them to be secure from want. I made that dream come dream some years ago and at one point had a complete collection of Franklin half dollars, the last solid silver ones minted. I gave them away to a young man who loved collecting coins just to prove to myself my dream of “more than enough” had come true. I still keep fifty one ounce silver coins hidden away just to remind myself that I am rich. My definition of rich is having enough to spare and enough to share.

Thoughts like dreams do come true, choose the good ones. Sweet dreams!

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White