Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Dream Journal- Bus Stop of Infinite Possibilities
I dreamed that I was in Chile, staying overnight in a hostel up on a hill. Come the morning I headed down the gravel road towards the bus stop, several missionaries with me. At the bottom of the road, where it intersected the main paved avenue there was a huge golem blocking my way; a cold and undying monstrosity. With indignation I grabbed a metal fence post (those triple flange things) and after a warning for him to move I plowed into him with it. All my might I swung at his head and neck but in amazement I realized that I only bent the post. In fact, it was bent at the end, the point of hideous leverage which could have felled a small tree, in the shape of his head. I managed only to mangle my metal.
Cocking my head to take stock of this I realized that the golem was not very fast. So casting aside the post I just skirted around him no problem and continued on my way.
Soon, the bus arrived at the stop, a bus that could take me anywhere I wanted. It was a noisy, stocky, dirty Chilean bus with hearty wheels. In a panic I realized that I had left my wallet at the hostel. The head missionary promptly handed me a stack of US bills (valuable and easily exchanged in Chile) of various denominations. It was a fat stack, about two or three inches thick, more than enough for my needs. I could go back to the hostel for my wallet or just get on the bus and go right then.
Interpretation: pretty obvious wouldn't you say? Divine providence will supply if only I have the faith to get on the bus. I am fighting my problems too hard.