This is going to be a story in progress. I have suffered from many traumas in my life. I used to think trauma was blood on the floor in the ER – oh contra – trauma is not just blood and physical pain – it’s emotional and spiritual pain as well.
I’ve heard and read folk say – “Straighten your crown and move on!” (For the Black Girl). Straighten my crown!, what crown?, what have I done to deserve a crown?
So just for today, I think I found a jewel on the floor.
Dreams many of us have them during waking hours they are known as day dreaming. We dream of places we would like to be, we day dream about a better home, a spouse or perhaps what life would be like if we had more money. Some of us dream during our sleep – they can be hot spicy dreams or dreams of “real life” experiences and then there are those of us that have dreams of a more spiritual nature. The story you are about to read is about the latter. Although the dream is true unlike some dreams that last during the night and they are over the moment we wake up this dream will span more than a decade and continues to evolve as I write this story.
The First Dream
As I awaken from one of the most vivid dreams I had as a child in elementary school I felt a sense of fear, a dark fear. Our family had just moved to a project community, they are called “the projects” a housing development owned by the government. Our apartment was located on the 6th floor in the middle building of the complex. Moving day for a kid can be quite interesting, we don’t really do anything, except get in the way or just run around and watch – and try to stay out of the way. Up and down the elevator I traveled all day, it was a nice warm day to move and see interesting things. During this move I can remember 1 or 2 specific incidents. One was I managed to somehow get away from my parents not by choice, just wandering off; I found myself in the elevator alone. Apparently, someone (maybe my dad – I loved him so much) taught me how to push the number 6 for my floor and so I did or, so I thought. I got off and walked straight to the first house on the right like I had done about 6 times already; yet this time I noticed there were some type of hanging twigs or dead flowers on the door, I thought to myself, I’ve never seen those before (from where we had just moved from) I entered the house and to my surprise the house was fully furnished but those people were not my parents. The house had a strange atmosphere about it, something said to me “get out” and so I did, I didn’t say hello when that lady spoke to me, that man in the chair just looked and never said a word, but when she reach out to touch me – I flew out of that door!
From our building we could see the park across the street, which would later become the walk of horror for me on my way to school. The girls would begin to get angry with me because I had a new outfit on every Monday – that was something not heard of if the projects back in my day. They would taunt me, stick their tongue out at me when after we arrived in class and their favorite line as they passed by my desk was, “…you think you cute…” one would think that was a nice thing to say I learned the hard way that is was not a complement. You see my dad was always trying to improve and make another dollar more than he did the day before and as a result my mother would always do for us what was not done for her as she grew up.
I also remember always losing my house key – that was tied around my neck with a one of those hair ribbons that was twisted like yarn and it would frizz up; it was irritating around my neck, so I would remove it once I left the house and subsequently I would have go to office – get the master key then walk around the corner to the local supply story to get a replacement; back then replacement keys were .50 cents. Not sure what significance the losing of the key has to this story but it was a memory that stood out for me and I decided to place it in this introduction.
One night as I climbed into bed and fell asleep I begin to dream. In the dream I pushed 6 for the floor I lived on and the elevator door would open; when the door opened I found myself on a floor filled with nothing but cylinder columns. I walked off the elevator and looked around for a bit then the fear came I turned to get back on the elevator and to my horror the elevator was gone! The dream repeated itself over and over again night after night. This dream repeated itself so much that I found myself able to make decisions during the dream I would remember the events from the last dream, so I wouldn’t get out of the elevator, so it would not disappear on me, to my surprise I found that if I did not get out of the elevator it would still disappear. During one of the dreams I entered in the elevator and decided not to move, and the elevator disappeared as if I had got off once again forcing me to take that walk – the only relief or freedom from the 6th floor – was waking up.
Dreams in the Bible may…
Warn a person not to do something (Genesis 20:3, 31:24, Matthew 27:19)
Convey what will happen either in the near or distant future (Genesis 37:5, 9, 40:8 – 19, 41:1 – 7, 15 – 32, Daniel 2, 7)
Convey a spiritual truth (Genesis 28:12)
Confirm a promise (Genesis 28:13 – 14)
To convey to an enemy their destruction (Judges 7:13 – 15)
Offer a gift from God (1Kings 3:5)
Warn a person they will receive punishment for their sins (Daniel 4)
I would encourage you to tuned for more of my dream…