My Dream…

I forgot to mention,

It was a dream that spurred Zo’s Quest.

Well, it was two dreams actually.

The first dream is a deep-seeded desire I’ve held onto from childhood: I’ve always wanted to write. To be an author seems to me an incredible dream. Storytelling has always been a joy and (I like to believe) I have a bit of a knack for it. After experiencing my first true heartbreak, I vowed that one day I would turn my journals into a book. (You and I both can thank Jesus and self-doubt for never following through with that!)

But I believed —and still do!— that I have something to offer, and it just feels right serving it up on paper.

The second dream was an actual concoction of my subconscious imagination and (I dare say) divine impartation.

I have a unique relationship with my dreams. I believe there is a reality that only our unconsciousness awakes us to.

It’s a “can’t see the forest for the trees” paradox that consciousness keeps us from accessing so much of what life has to offer. For example, most of us can see all the variants of ROY G. BIV, but that spectrum is only a minute fragment of light waves. All to say, I believe our dreams often mean more than indigestion.

And I awoke from this particular dream knowing it was a gift.

I was searching for my brother, climbing a near-vertical face of a mountain path, when I came upon a small summit. It wasn’t the peak, there was still quite a ways to go, but as I came over the ledge and looked along the path, I saw travelers who seemed to have given up on traveling. They were speaking to themselves, babbling in monologue, not realizing that they themselves were becoming the path. Their things, clothing, and extremities were literally growing into the earth. They were half-people, half-rock or tree or dirt. They made me think of muppet-like characters. I had to step around and over them to carry along my quest…

Coming out of this dream, in a state of lucid-slumber, I asked God what it meant.

And I heard very clearly that the path is the Christian’s journey, and the settled travelers represent what Christianity has become. The purpose of the path is the journey, but too many have become satisfied with settlement.

That woke me up, with shivers down my spine.

And I knew I had to write.

There was a story there. One that I found myself hidden in… Thus the dreams that sparked Zo’s Quest.